"Beth Rawli": *its a curvey little redhead
tonight. a tight white miniskirt thats looking a little dirty.. and a lowcut green peasant
top, all bell sleaved and nice. black sandals and black gloves, the little woman is
perching scandalously on a mailbox as she waits for someone to take an interest in what
she's sellin.
Paris Bennet: Down the street he walks, eyes on the
ground and hands tucked in the pockets of his dirty jeans as he moves, shoes scuffing
against the ground.
"Beth Rawli"
: 10,5,4,4,"Beth Rawli": fourty five ninety tae
seventy sex? *she sings merrily, smiling at the boy. damn. familiar.. but..who?*
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: His gaze
flicks about, cautious about any certain individuals of a certain faction appearing. But
he is drawn back here, like a moth to a flame. He smirks at the poetic metaphor. Simply
brilliant, he is.
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: 5,7,2,1,
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: He drops
the cigarette, stamping it under his foot, crushing it thoroughly into the concrete as if
it were someone's face.
Paris Bennet: ((Brilliant? Maybe. But he's not the
most observant vampire on the block. *G*))
Paris Bennet: 8,4,3,9,5,
"Beth Rawli": (i hope he trips over the
pikey. *laughs*)
Paris Bennet: Well, at least someone sees something.
He looks up at Beth and stops, nodding a little with a shy smile. "Hi."
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: ((He
sucks at alertness *L* He's too self-absorbed.))
"Beth Rawli": *she gives him a cheeky
grin, shifting on her as to hold a knee, letting one leg dangle* Allo loves.. ah kain ye
frem soomewheres..aye? *maybe its a pick up line?*
Paris Bennet: ((God, all we need is one of the
Nosferatu to come on this scene. He'll wonder if the sewers have moved above ground. *G*))
Paris Bennet: He smiles and nods. "Yeah. You're
the thin man's friend. He's nice. So are you."
"Beth Rawli": (nooo shiat)
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: He moves
out from the wall, stepping across almost to the street.
"Beth Rawli": *she cocks her head. well...
she knew lots of thin men.. a slight furrow of her brow as she chirps* ye 'ave a name
lovies? *uh.. "beth".. aren't you supposed to be COVERING the accent..
apparently the simple little gypsy has forgotton that it screams "HI! I'M ITA!"*
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: ((has
she altered her appearance?))
Paris Bennet: "I'm Paris. You're the nice dog
girl with the funny voice." He nods. Introductions have been made.
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: He looks
around.
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: 4,4,1,10,
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: Nice,
dark night. Yup.
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: ((And
since I only have 10 minutes left now anyway and he can't see a thing... *G*)) He heads
off, past 'Beth' and Paris without even noticing.
"Beth Rawli": 6,1,
"Beth Rawli": och.. paris.. *she gives a
grin and slips from her perch* sae wha ye daen oot an aboot darlin?
Troy Harris [mistaken identity Troy Lawrence]: ~and Ita
and Troy are oblivious passing ships in the night~
"Beth Rawli": (thank god. otherwise
there'd be piracy and cannonfire)
Paris Bennet: "I'm always out and about."
He shrugs a bit, looking at the ground. "At least, now I am."
"Beth Rawli": *the little pikey's eyes
widen a little. Paris.. Paris Paris?* Och.. sence when darlin? ah thought ye were
stayen en wan place..safe.. aye? *she watches him carefuly for a reaction, eyes kind*
Paris Bennet: He frowns a little, scratching his
head as he tries to think it over. "Well...I was in the dark place. I remember that.
Then there was lots of noise, and shouting, and screaming. The door opened somehow, and I
got out." He pauses a moment, nose wrinkling. "It smelled bad there. Not like up
here. I like how it smells up here."
: ((Where? When? Open?))
"Beth Rawli": Och! *well that about
confirms it. she nibbles her lips with a sigh*.. aye..ah like tha smell better oop eer
tae.. aye? ye wan tae gawn soome where's wie me? 'ave a gab?
Paris Bennet: ((Downtown street somewhere, night,
open))
Paris Bennet: He nods a little, looking back up at
her and smiling. "Sure. You're nice...I trust you."
Thanos Augustus : His jet black hair is un-kept, its fairly short
but not obscenely so, his fringe hanging down to cover his brow. He is about average
height but of a lean build that makes him look taller. He’s wearing a black leather
jacket that’s worn with age, and a pair of combat trousers that have seen better
days, they’re not torn but the originally black trousers are now a patchy grey, he
wears a dark blue shirt with the top two buttons undone revealing a braided rope around
his neck supporting a small golden pendant depicting a rune. He's got a Doberman dog by
his side, black for the most part but with a few patches of brown. walking down the street
in no particular direction.
Thanos Augustus : 9,4,6,8,8,
Thanos Augustus : 5,4,9,
Thanos Augustus : Walks up to the pair of them,
"Hey there. Paris, Beth." He nods to each.
"Beth Rawli": *oooh ouch. why THAT.. why
did you have to say THAT? the pretty little redhead gives him a smile* Thank ye loves..
dae ye miss tha then felly? *she slings an arm around him with a cock of her head*
Paris Bennet: He looks over his shoulder, to Thanos,
and gives a shy little smile. "Hi, Bear-Man."
"Beth Rawli": *she looks up to the man
with the doberman, eyes going wide..then hostile*
Thanos Augustus : He laughs. "How are you kid?
staying safe?" he doesn't seem to notice the hostility beth shows.
Paris Bennet: "Yeah, I'm staying safe." He
nods a little, then looks to Beth. "I miss the thin man, yeah. But it's all lonely
down there, except when he comes to talk to me. I don't like being lonely." A pause,
then he sighs, looking downward. "I miss Fausto. He was very nice."
Thanos Augustus : "You said Mercy was after you
before, Did you mean Mercury? Just that a guy by that name showed up a little after I saw
you last and it struck me."
Thanos Augustus : "I'm a bit suspicious. don't
believe in coincidence." he chuckles.
"Beth Rawli": och aye.. ah kain darlin..
Fausto was a nice man.. *she gives the mentally maladjusted 19 year old a warm smile,
looking to Than a moment, then murmering to paris in a low singsong* lovies.. ah've tae
call me lad an tell hem ah'm nae gintae be hoome recht awa..causen ah'm talken tae an auld
friend aye? ye'll stay put a moment? *her head snaps up ro Than as he says mercy*
"Beth Rawli": Mercury es a different
folk.. nae tha same as "Mercy". *she sings, shaking her head as she drags out a
phone*
Paris Bennet: He nods to Beth. "I'll stay
put." A quick look up to Thanos, and he shakes his head. "No...Mercy. Definitely
Mercy. Scary man."
"Beth Rawli": *she trundles farther down the
alley and dials a number marked "MYmogen" on speedial*
Thanos Augustus : "You know of him too
beth?" His head looks her over obviously in a different light. "Hmm,
interesting. Well if I can help with him let me know ok." he says with a nod.
"Always good to have people watching your back and everything."
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": *Click*
"Hello, Ita. How are you?" Good old Claudius, same calm, soft voice as always.
: 4,
: 6,
: 7,
"Beth Rawli": *a smile from down the alley
as she moves farther in, murmering* Allo loves.. *a pause ans she leans against the wall*
ah'm jes phonen tae tell ye tha ah reckon ah'll nae be hoome as early as ah figured.. ran
entae an auld friend name o paris.. reckon ah'm gintae take a lad fer a chat ..aye?
"Beth Rawli": 9,2,4,7,3,9,3,
"Beth Rawli": *doo dee do. talkin on the
phone to the boyfriend, who knows.. he may have had something planned afterall*
Paris Bennet: He watches Beth go, then looks back at
Thanos, going a little quiet and withdrawn at discussion of Mercy. "Okay. Be careful,
though...he's important."
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Paris?"
He pauses a moment, then sighs. "How is he? Does he seem all right to you?"
Thanos Augustus : "I'll be careful, but doesn't
mean I can't help out." he says with a smile. "And you be careful too."
Thanos Augustus : "I can look after
myself" he says with a grin
Elena Stone: ((enhanced with the powers of the sacred
tealeaf. let RP begin)) The kids rolling slowly down the street on her skateboard, swaying
as she works on her balance, tonight shes got a small backpackon with her laptop case
strapped to it, its also sprayed in the same luminescent sprayed stencils as her laptop
and the skateboard.
Paris Bennet: He nods, scratching at the back of his
neck. "I'm always careful."
Elena Stone: ((DD anyone?))
Paris Bennet: 5,4,4,10,10,
"Beth Rawli": me mam? .. och.. reckon
she's fine.. a bet oot o sorts.. she's gien a wee bet like a child en her auld age.. aye?
Dangerous fer her tae be oot an aboot awn her own, wie aul tha dangers en New York noow an
days.. aye? *she smiles out of the alley, giving Paris a reassuring wave. still here hun*
Paris Bennet: He looks around breifly, and his face
lights up a little as he sees Elena. The Arcane drops, subconsciously, as he waves in her
direction.
Elena Stone: 4,6,3,6,6,
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Yes,
not to mention the Blood Hunt on his head." A pause, as he thinks.
"Unfortunately, I can't bring him back down here. He would come to Tyrone's
attention."
Elena Stone -> Paris Bennet: ((ow..leave arcane up,
let her eidictic memorysmash it. :P))
"Beth Rawli": *the little red head scrapes
her shoe on the wall, before moving a little closer to Paris. a bit like an overprotective
guard dog*
Thanos Augustus : 9,5,5,9,7,
"Beth Rawli": ... wan moment darlin..*she
puts her hand over the phone as she looks to paris and smmiles* darlin? ye ave a place yer
stayen?
Elena Stone: she sees the boy ahead of her, and she
attempts a return smile, and as ever its only partially successful, she kicks in his
direction letting herself start to roll that way.
Thanos Augustus : He nods to Elena pressuming Paris
knows her from the reaction.
Paris Bennet: "Hi, Helena..." It's sent
Elena's way, with a sort of sheepish smile, before he looks back to Ita. "Ummm...yes.
Kinda. Safe places. Lotsa safe places around, that others don't know about. I don't
think..."
"Beth Rawli": *elena gets a smile as the
girl moves to Paris's side and looks down at hem* well loves.. ah reckon effen ye'd like
tae coome stay wie me.. my place es awfi safe.. aye? tha way ye'll nae 'ave tae be
lonely.. aye?
"Beth Rawli": (me place.not my)
Elena Stone: She nods to thanos, but shes sure she
doesnt recognise him, attention going back to Paris, "Paris. named after a greek
prince..." she kicks up her skateboards, smiling again, shes got that fact learnt.
Paris Bennet: He thinks about it a moment, then
nods. "I think I...yeah, that's okay. Do you have people who come and take your
thinks while you sleep? It would be nice not to have that happen." He smiles at Beth.
"I like you...you're nice."
Paris Bennet: He looks to Elena and blushes a
little. "Uh-huh. That's me."
Thanos Augustus : He's looking between the three
listening to whats going on and looking slightly confused. before shaking his head as
though to clear it.
"Beth Rawli": *an arm gets curled around
him and she smiles* we'll see wha we can dae aboot tha..aye.. as far as naewan taken yer
thengs. *she uncovers the phone and chimes* aye darlin.. ah'll be brengen hem home wie
me.. roll out tha cot aye? anythen ye wan ah should peck oop afore a coome an gie hem
settled? ah'm doowntoown aulready...
Elena Stone: She looks to Paris, eyes narrowing a
little. She thinks she understood that, "take your thinks..." she
repeats,stepping back a little.
Paris Bennet: ((sorry...things))
Elena Stone: ((lol, cos that would have elena going
nuts))
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Be
careful, my dear. Remember, he is very innocent as Paris, but still a monster as Zodiac.
be careful in how you deal with him."
Elena Stone: ((change my last post to things, and she
doesnt step away.))
Thanos Augustus : ((I thought he was acctually
talking about thinks too, lol. some typos change the meaning so much, lol. no prob happens
to us all.))
"Beth Rawli": och darlin.. dinnae we
aulready firewood? *she frowns, nibbling her lip* well.. ah'm sure we 'ave a stack oor tae
o home. aye? *she cocks her head, grinning to Paris pleasantly. she was going to hell*
"Beth Rawli": 9,5,7,3,2,3,8,
"Beth Rawli": *yep. can never have too
much firewood. she wraps an arm around the taller man, motherly*
Paris Bennet: He shrugs a little to Elena.
"Yeah. People sometimes take my things while I sleep." He looks over at Beth.
"Firewood? I don't much like fire...it scares me."
"Beth Rawli": nae loves.. ets aulrecht..
we'll 'ave nae fire then. *she nods up to him*
Thanos Augustus : "Doesn't sound like safe
places if people take your stuff."
Elena Stone: "You need security," she nods
to him sagely, shes looking a little awkward standing next to him, as if shes confused at
what shes meant to do next.
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "If
you must, then by all means. Unfortunately, I don't know what to do with him after
that."
"Beth Rawli": och.. well ah cannae thenk o
a safer place fer yetae be than me house darlin. nae wan'll take yer stoof. *she says both
into the phone and to paris, a squeeze of his shoulders*
Paris Bennet: A shrug to Thanos and Elena.
"It's safe enough. But if I'm going to live with dog lady, then it's okay. My stuff
won't get taken anymore. That'll be nice." He looks at Beth with a nice, warm smile,
then looks back to Elena. "Ummm...how are you?"
Thanos Augustus : "Sounds like a good idea.
well I'd best be on my way." He nods to each of them in turn and then starts walking
Karos at his heels.
"Beth Rawli": Gnecht Thanos loves. Gnecht
dag!
Elena Stone: "Im feeling acceptable" she
smiles again, she knows whats next "How are you?" she starts to peer at Beth a
little, wondering if this is dog lady.
"Beth Rawli": Allo darlin.. Ah'm tha dag
lady. Yer Helena? *a wink of an odd brown eye. she certaintly smells like dog.. she must
have a lot*
Elena Stone: "Elena," she nods "Which
may be a truncation of Helena.."
"Beth Rawli": och. elena. nice tae meet ye
lassie. *phone still at her ear. the little whore was multitasking*
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Remember...be
very careful, Ita. Zodiac is quite the capable killer, though I believe he's toned down
during my time with him."
Paris Bennet: He smiles between Elena and Beth,
scratching his head and then shyly looking at the ground.
Elena Stone: "Nice to meet you too dog
lady." she kindoff shufflesback now, dog lady is odd.
Paris Bennet: He leans over a little to Elena,
whispering to her.
Elena Stone: "so.. are you good?" she looks
to Paris with atiny smile, shes trying hard.
"Beth Rawli": *she gives a reassuring
smile and chimes into the phone* ooch ah kain. ah'm crossen me fingers... ah've tae gawn
noow.. aye..Ah'll be hoome en jes a bet.
Paris Bennet -> Elena Stone: "She's very
nice. Has a funny voice, though. She lives with the thin man...in the dark place. He's
nice, too."
Elena Stone: She whispers back, beckoning him a little
closer.
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Good
luck, my dear. Call me if you need me."
Elena Stone -> Paris Bennet: "the dark
place?" she asks, her hand briefly touches his, but it pulls back sharply.
Paris Bennet: And scoot closer he does, the blush
heightening a little as he does.
"Beth Rawli": Tank ye loves.. *the phone is
hung up and The red head grins at their whispering, watching them both* Secrets!
Paris Bennet -> Elena Stone: "Yeah. It was
all dark. Ugly people. But nice. The thin man takled to me a lot."
Paris Bennet: One more whisper back to Elena,
fidgiting a little, his head ducked, before he looks to Beth and grins a little.
Elena Stone: She steps back when "doglady"
speaks, looking up in a 'we are not doing a thing, honest' expression on her face.
"Beth Rawli": *she laughs and wags a finger
at Elena, picking up the phone again and dialing another number*
: (location?)
Paris Bennet: ((Downtown street, night))
Elena Stone: She kind of looks around, fiddling with
the chain hanging at her hip, and peering to Paris, smiling a little when she does,
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": *Click*
"Hello?"
"Beth Rawli": Allo lovies.... soory tae bug
ye agawn.. but ah jes wanted tae remind ye tae roll oot tha cot fer tha guest we'll be
'aven.. aye? *she scratches her head. absent minded men*
Alexander Radcliff: [He stood roughly around six feet
tall, a rather thin figure who seems fairly scrawny. His hair was vaguely blonde, tipped a
light color and going down to his dark blonde/light brown shade and stylishly messy. He
didn't exactly have what most would call fashion sense, either. He wore a pair of beat-up
blue jeans that most people would pay assloads for at a store, but he just happened to
have. He wore a long-sleeved button up dress shirt, untucked. He wore a fairly nice grey
sweater over it, just to keep warm it seemed. He always looked a little nervous, a little
nerdy, but pretty. That was really the best way to describe him. he had those big, brown
eyes, long eye lashes. He was just pretty.]
Paris Bennet: He looks over at Elena, eyes going
downward a bit bashfully at the smile, his own lips quirking upward.
"It's...um...nice to see you again, Helena."
Alexander Radcliff: He was wandering home from work,
eyes burried in a copy of The Tao of Pooh. He looked up for a few minutes, then was
back to the book. Okay, it was a little dorky, reading about Winnie the Pooh, but the book
was interesting. Required reading for the book store.
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Ummm...guest?"
He sounds confused...no surprise. "I didn't know we were having a guest, love."
Elena Stone: she agrees nodding her head, "you
are a nice person," she carries on, she doesnt look down, she still doesnt seem to
get what to say. hmm concersation. "security cameras can help you stop people taking
your stuff."
"Beth Rawli": och of course ye didnae..*her
arm slips around Paris again, giving a friendly squeeze as she gabs on the phone* but ah
jes reckon ah'd remind ye.. we'll be arriven soon.
"Beth Rawli": ee's like me ee es.. sae nae
fire taenecht, an roll oot tha bed en a dark sort o a corner, where the dags willnae
bother hem
Paris Bennet: "The places I slept didn't have
cameras." He stops, then shakes his head. "Well, one did. But it didn't work, I
don't think."
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Err...okay.
I get to find out what's going on later, right?" He's being good-natured, though
there's obvious hesitance in his voice--considering how little he knows, maybe not too
surprising.
Elena Stone: she nods her head, ok that didnt work,
shecould carry on with cameras,but it doesnt seem to interest him. "so.." she
starts, then shuts up, compiling a list of suitable topics, its short.
"Beth Rawli": Och o course darlin.. wance
ee's settled. *affection in her voice as she talks to the boyfriend, she cocks her head
and smiles at paris warmly* be there soon. take care.
Paris Bennet -> "Beth Rawli": "Okay.
See you soon."
Alexander Radcliff: Walking.. reading.. walking... and
he actually had to slow down when she heard that voice. He looked up from the book,
blinking a few times and just standing there for a minute. he looked at the people he was
probably going to run right into had he not stopped.
"Beth Rawli": *click, the phones hung up,
and she gives a grin to the two love birds* och.. *a nudge to paris* Ready tae gawn
darlin?
Paris Bennet: Ummm. Something to talk about. He
looks at his shoes, frowning...then notices the skateboard. "Nice skateboard."
Elena Stone: she nods. "I like it, Its in my
favourite colours " (it appears to be in near all colors,) "but im not
great.." she half frowns, "I am attemptingto improve my balance."
"Beth Rawli": *she looks up at Alex. then
goes back to paying attention to Paris*
Paris Bennet: "I've never skateboarded before.
It looks like fun." That shy smile doesn't budge. "M...maybe you can teach me,
sometime?" He looks to Beth, and nods a bit, if very reluctantly. "I guess so,
if we have to."
Alexander Radcliff: He jumped a little, having been
spotted in his people spotting, and went right back down to the book. (I gotta be AFK.
Consider him engrossed in the reading material)
Elena Stone: She looks to Dog Lady, then to Paris
"I can try," she turns at that and gets ready to leave. obviously the descision
has been made by others.
"Beth Rawli": *ow ow.. smile. ow.. she
manages to smile warmly, eyes a little sad to drag him away* aye darlin.. afore et gies
tae late an ah turn entae a poompkin.
Elena Stone: The spikey haired kid stops to tie up a
shoelace, dangerous skateboarding with that
Paris Bennet: He watches Elena go, sighing a little,
then looks back to Beth and nods. "Okay. I can go now."
Elena Stone: She kicks off head hanging, seeming to
watch her feet asshe drifts slowly away, looking back once as she goes,
"Beth Rawli": *a ruffle of the man's hair,
she smiles up at him* Aye darlin. aft we gawn.. ye'll be able tae meet me dags.. aye? *and
she starts leading him away into the night, towards the apartment. chatting reassuringly
if a little guiltily the whole way there*
"Beth Rawli": (runs to..dt res?)
Elena Stone: And elena heads of to that place she goes
to, whereever that may be.
Paris Bennet: He heads off with Beth, moving along
happily. He's found and old friend. Yay, him! ((Off to DT Res))
JER/ITA/TRAVIS'S APARTMENT
Ita McNairee: *she stands at the door, leaning on
the buzzer, a heavy sigh. guilt seemed to build with every step closer to the apartment..
and that was alot of guilt*
Paris Bennet: He stands there, happily, next to Ita.
At some point along the walk, he reached out and took her hand, if she'd let him, like a
young boy looking to hold the hand of a school crossing guard, or an older sister.
Ita McNairee: *she's letting him hold her hand,
looking a little like a beaten dog. a tired smile as she waits to be let in rather than
open the door herself*
Jeremy Thomas: He buzzes them in, dressed as per
normal in his green button-down shirt and slacks.
Ita McNairee: *up to the apartment, she scratches her
head, trying to formulate some semblance of a plan through all the crushing GUILT*
Travis Kennedy: *is sleeping in his room*
Jeremy Thomas: Travis was sleeping, far as he knew.
No reason to wake him up right now...he can tell him later, after the other two have
fallen asleep. A sigh, as he pats Clay's side. Crowded house, we're getting.
Paris Bennet: And a-follow he goes, smiling and even
bouncing a little as he moves up the stairs with Ita.
Ita McNairee: *the door swings open, dobe doing the
usual snarl and rise, mastiff leaning heavily on jer's leg. Ita steps through the door and
motions for paris to come in* Ets aulrecht loves.. tha dags willane hurt ye * Ita.. on
the other hand.. is going straight to hell *
Ita McNairee: 6,8,2,7,7,8,6,
Ita McNairee: *but at least she sounds enthusiastic
about it!*
Paris Bennet: He gives the dogs a wary
glance...enthusiasm or not, the doberman looks scary. But he follows Ita in, nodding to
Jeremy with a hesitant, shy smile. "Hi." He looks to Ita, as if just now
realizing it. "You moved."
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Brutis, giving him 'the
look' before looking back to Paris and Ita. ((Man+PU))
Jeremy Thomas: 4,4,7,2,3,
Ita McNairee: ah ded darlin.. ah dinnae lev doown
below nae moore...*the door is shut behind them*
Ita McNairee: 1,7,3,
Ita McNairee: *the down slinks to lie down by the
couch, cowed*
Ita McNairee: (dobe. not down)
Jeremy Thomas: He smiles amicably enough. "Hey,
love. So who's your friend?"
Paris Bennet: "I noticed. It's not as dark
here...doesn't smell bad, either."
Ita McNairee: och thes es Paris darlin. *she smiles
between them. how. was she going to talk to Jeremy.. a nibble of her lip as she meets his
eyes* Ee's gintae be stayen wie es fer a while.. effen ye dinnae maind.. aye? Paris..thes
es Jeremy.
Paris Bennet: He looks back at Jeremy and nods.
"Hi. Umm...yeah. Hi."
Jeremy Thomas: A shrug to Ita, along with a look that
says 'Just explain later,' and he nods. "No, I don't mind. I suppose I should go wake
up Travis and check with him, too, though...why don't you guys get comfortable?"
Ita McNairee: *she moves to jeremy and gives him a hug
while the mastiff moves to check out paris. the pikey nods* Aye darlin. *she grins to
Paris* coome, make yerself o hoome.. aye?
Paris Bennet: He smiles at Clay and waves to
him...yeah, waves to the DOG, then moves to follow Ita. "Okay."
Jeremy Thomas: He returns the hug, kissing the
Gangrel's forehead, before rbeaking away and moving to Travis's door, knocking on it.
Travis Kennedy: *no answer*
Ita McNairee: *she gives him a smile and flops on the
couch, as the mastiff trails behind paris sniffing away. she motions for Paris to come
curl up with her, kicking off her feet*
Jeremy Thomas: "Travis?" Knock knock knock.
"It's Jeremy. You awake?"
Ita McNairee: (yep. right off. the feet themselves.
not the shoes *head desk*))
Travis Kennedy: *A tired low grunt from inside*
Paris Bennet: He ambles along, sitting down next to
Ita on the couch. "Your dog is big..."
Ita McNairee: wha time ye usually gawn tae bed sweet
theng? *she asks, it seeming a thing of great importance*
Ita McNairee: *a smile and a nod as he mentions the
dog, clay making to also be included in this couch sitting*
Paris Bennet: "When I get tired and fall
asleep>
Jeremy Thomas: "Travis? Ita's got someone she
wants you to meet...she wont take no."
Travis Kennedy: *Another low grunt, and then another
at the same time as there is a loud thump on the floor*
Jeremy Thomas: :You okay, Travuis?"
Ita McNairee: *she shakes her head with a sigh* nae
loves.. ah meant wha time.. selly theng *an arm slung around him. did she even have a
stake? she was sure she had one somewhere...she gives paris a sniff* och darlin.. wan tae
take a bath?
Paris Bennet: "I don't know. When it gets
light, and I get sleepy." He considers the question. "Yeah, a bath would be
nice..."
Travis Kennedy: There's another low grunt, and then
the slight creaking of floorboards as he pads around, pulling on clothes. "I'll be
right out..." He says this barely loud enough to make it through the door.
Ita McNairee: Aulrecht.. we'll run ye a bath darlin...
oome wie me aye? *she smiles and gives the youngman's face a stroke, rising and moving to
run a bath while Jer gets travis up, the mastiff meanwhile flopping his huge head in
paris's lap*
Jeremy Thomas: "Kay." He leaves Travis
door, moving to watch Ita and Paris with a bemused, curious expression.
Paris Bennet: And he ambles along happily after Ita,
after petting Clay for a few moments.
Travis Kennedy: Travis opens his door and shuffles
out. His hair is spread out like an afro, and it bounces with each drawn out step. He
heads toward the bathroom sleepily.
Jeremy Thomas: "You look like I feel in the
morning." He grins Travis's way.
Ita McNairee: *the pikey half snorts in laughter at
Trav's hair, rubbing her forehead and chirping*och.. we'll jes wait a second.. aye *she
steps to the side, keeping Paris with ehr outside the washroom*
Travis Kennedy: Another low grunt acknowledging
Jeremy as he makes to enter the bathroom to wash his face.
Jeremy Thomas: He moves to the couch, taking a seat
as he lights a cigarrette. Another interesting day in the city that never sleeps.
Ita McNairee: darlin.. while yer en there turn awn tha
bathtoob.. aye? fer a bath? *she leans against the wall with a sigh, looking to Jer*
Travis Kennedy: He leans down toward the sink and
splashes water on his face, and then wets his hair down. There is still product in it from
the night before - well, this night - so it is pulled into it's usual puck spikes easily.
He flips the bathtub water on, and then he pads out of the washroom, headed for a kitchen
chair.
Travis Kennedy: (punk*)
Paris Bennet: He smiles politely, if shyly, at
Travis as he passes by, nodding. "Hi."
Ita McNairee: Thank ye darlin.. Travis..thes es
Paris.. *she gives Travis a wan smile, an arm slung around the childlike man*
Paris Bennet: "Hi, Travis. If dog lady says
you're okay, then you are, I guess. Hi."
Travis Kennedy: His eyes go to the kid lazily. The
jet haired man sits in the chair, eyes half closed, trying to make sense of why he's
awake. "Hello kid. Hi. Hello." He adds a little wave to the greeting, just for
emphasis.
Paris Bennet: He blinks. That was a lot of 'His.' A
questioning look goes to Ita.
Ita McNairee: *a wink and a smile as the little pikey
ducks into the bathroom and switches the bath into a shower, best of both worlds, she
sing* Paris lovies.. comme eer aye? noow ye've gaw both.. a shower an a bath.. jes when
tha water looks like et mayhaps'll o'er flow.. jerk thes wee nozzle theng..aye? *she cocks
her head and stifles a heavy sigh*
Paris Bennet: He heads into the bathroom and beams
to her. "Okay. Thanks." He strips of the Mankind T-Shirt and jeans, getting into
the shower/bath.
Jeremy Thomas: "You look like something the cat
dragged in, as opposed to the Ita..." He grins a little at Travis. "What
happened? Not enough sleep?"
Ita McNairee: *she shuts the door as he begins to get
all naked, sighing and hollering* jes gie me a call when ye wan tae gie oot.. ah'll fetch
ye soome clean clothes...
Paris Bennet: Sounds of happy Paris bathing in the
bathroom.
Travis Kennedy: He blinks a few times slowly,
watching the kid/man, then glancing over toward Jeremy. "Something like that."
Ita McNairee: *she gives jer a half happy smile, then
moves over to jer and travis, speaking low* Darlin.. Paris es a deadie.. like me aye...
ee's like a wee wan recht noow. sweet.. a good boy.. but ee's nae aulways sae..
Jeremy Thomas: "Not always so...how?" He
frowns a little, listening.
Travis Kennedy: A raised brow, and a glance toward
the bathroom door.
Ita McNairee: well.. reckon ee's of tae minds.. aye?
wan parts tha sweet ked o hem..tha part ye see recht noow *she nods, cringing* an the
ether bet.. well..*she nibbles her lips and looks to Jer and Travis in turn* ye heard o
tha Zodiac keller? *she jerks her head to the sweet boy in the bathroom*
Jeremy Thomas: "THE Zodiac killer? San
Fransisco, 1970's?" He fairly gapes at Ita.
Travis Kennedy: He starts to wake up, his eyes
becoming more focused. Oh, he's in danger again. This is starting to become his social
element. Why can't he meet people without the threat of impending death?
Ita McNairee: shh. *she chides quietly* aye..reckon
tha's aboot recht. anyhoow. ee's a good felly but fer tha other side o hem.. an tha vamps
en tha cety are gintae try an kell hem... calud was fexn hem sae tha bad part was oot...
but sence tha war..ee's been let loose. noow. ah need tae ..*her voice drops into a guilty
sub-whisper* ah reckon ah need tae stake hem..fer heas own good.
Jeremy Thomas: He frowns, considering, as he chews on
his lip a little. Surely the garou can appreciate having two sides.
Ita McNairee: *her head swivels back to the bathroom
door, a nibble of her own lips*
Travis Kennedy: He stands up and stretches, then
heads over to cupboard to see if these people had a coffee machine and coffee.
Jeremy Thomas: Oh, yes. Coffee and maker they have.
He sighs. "All right. So, say we stake him. Then what?"
Travis Kennedy: He rubs his arm as he glances over
toward the bathroom door, then goes back to his business of coffee making.
Ita McNairee: Nae we. Me. ye'd be breaken
treatys. *she sighs and rubs her nose* ah figured mayhaps jes tae wait entel ee falls
asleep..aye? effen ee falls asleep afore me? otherwise.. effen ee doesnae start fallen
asleep, ah reckon ah'm gintae 'ave tae be ootright aboot et..an et'll be a quarrel. *she
starts taking off her gloves and shifts her weight to one hip* afty tha.. we jes stoore
the poor darlin entel Claud can taek hem back.. aye? *she looks up to jer, cringing*
Jeremy Thomas: He rubs his face, sighing and looking
fairly tired himself all of a sudden. "Yeah, I guess so. Long as no one knows he's
here, no one will come here looking for him, right?"
Travis Kennedy: He has poured the water and placed
the grounds in the correct spot in the appropriate way, and hits the on button.
Ita McNairee: Och.. *she dips her head like a scolded
dog and moves to nudge jeremy* ah'm soory darlin.. but ah'd o left hem roamen tha baddie
may o grabbed hem an turned hem bad agawn... oor tha goodies may o grabbed hem an put hem
doown when half o hems jes.. tha wee lad. *puupy dog eyes up at him. full force*
Jeremy Thomas: ((*Hugs de lurkee*)) "No, I
understand, love. Really, I do." He smiles to her. "And I'm sure you can imagine
I'm sympathetic to...identity-challenged individuals, shall we say?"
Travis Kennedy: He walks toward the door and starts
putting on his shoes. "I'll be back right away."
Jeremy Thomas: He looks over to Travis, eyebrow
raised, and nods. "All right. You okay?"
Travis Kennedy: He nods, "I'm good. I'm going
to go find a good tree." What else does one do against a vampire, if you're not
going to kill them? ((I have to mail a letter, be back in 15 minutes or so!))
Ita McNairee: Och.. thank ye darlin.. tha'd be
peaches. yer bonnie. *she nods and looks guilty, leaning against Jeremy and curling her
arms round him before watching the bathroom door*
Jeremy Thomas: His arms encircle Ita, kissing her
forehead. "You want to talk about it, love? And don't even TRY to tell me you're okay
or peaches this time. You're practically telegraphing the opposite."
Travis Kennedy: He walks outside and starts to walk
away from the place.
Paris Bennet: The shower's still going. No water
coming from under the door, so that's a good sign.
Ita McNairee: *she heaves a sigh and rubs her head
into his chest making soft soothing noises to herself before muttering* ets like kecken a
baby.. ets nae recht.
Jeremy Thomas: He sighs a little, and nods. "I
know. Are there any other options? Someone he can stay with...maybe somewhere in the DMZ
he can stay, where even the vampires can't attack him? Or is his...err, Zodiac side still
a serious danger to humans?"
Ita McNairee: *she shudders, biting her lip. that poor
ghoul.. and with a little one... a cringe as she nods* aye.. ah reckon sae.. ah canane be
sure.
Jeremy Thomas: "Fuck." He looks at the
ground, his expression oddly pensive. "Do you know what triggers...his change? Maybe
find a way to keep him from doing so?"
Ita McNairee: nae darlin.. ah can gie ye tae claudius
mayhaps.. effen ye wan.. while ah check awn tha lad? *she hauls a phone out of the
satchel, head cocked*
Jeremy Thomas: He holds up his own phone, smiling
sadly. "Got his number, remember? He gave it to me on the boat."
Ita McNairee: oooch.. aye *she nods and nibbles her
lip before kissing his cheek almost bruisingly and trundling towards the bathroom*
...darlin?
Jeremy Thomas: He dials the number, holding the phone
up to his ear as he heads into the bedroom.
Paris Bennet: He answers from the other side of the
door. "Yeah?"
Ita McNairee: ye're aulrecht en there.. stell taken a
bath an sooch?
Ita McNairee: *she leans against the door, listening*
Paris Bennet: "Yeah, still bathing." The
shower is still going, and he sounds to be in the correct spot.
Ita McNairee: okies darlin. ye holler when ye wan oot
*she chuckles and pets the door sadly*
Paris Bennet: "Kay!"
Ita McNairee: *she maintians her lean sighing and
resting against the door as she waits for her wonderful garou to be done talking to her
wonderful nosferatu, she curls her arms around herself and watches clay licking brutis's
muzzle*
Jeremy Thomas: Finally, he comes out of the bedroom,
sighing as he hangs up. He pockets the phone and looks at her. "Do you know a
Steven?"
Ita McNairee: aye *she nods* ah'm tae call hem am ah?
Jeremy Thomas: He nods. "Claudius thinks he may
be able to help Paris somehow."
Ita McNairee: och.. aye than.. *she heaves a heavy
sigh* darlin.. ye reckon ye've a t-shirt an sweats tha Paris might wear? *she moves
towards the kitchen, dialing stephen's number*
Jeremy Thomas: "Yeah, sure." He heads off
into the bedroom.
Ita McNairee: *she hops up onto the counter with a
sigh, waiting on the phone*
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: *Click after three
rings* "Hello?"
Ita McNairee -> Paris Bennet: All loves.. ets Ita.
ye 'ave a minute?
Ita McNairee: Allo loves.. ets Ita. ye 'ave a minute?
Ita McNairee: *her feet swing far above the floor as
the little scott open a cupboard door with her little clawed feet*
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: "Ita."
Silence for a moment. "What do you need?"
Ita McNairee: Och darlin.. ah reckon.. ah've soomethn
mayhaps ye could elp me wie.. but ah dinnae wan ye tae dae et effen et'll make ye sad oor
naethen...aye? *she murmers as she watches the bathroom door*
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: A sigh. "Just
tell me what it is, Ita."
Travis Kennedy: The door slams behind him as he
arrives back at the place.
Ita McNairee: Ets Paris darlin.. wie aul tha ruckus o
tha baddies invaden an sooch..ee's oot an aboot.. recht noow ee's taken a bath en me
house.. ah.. ah dinnae kain wha tae dae wie hem lad.. Claud canane keep hem doown below
causen ee's quarrellen wie tha primo o'er slappen wan o yer fok aboot..
Travis Kennedy: He slips off his shoes and proceeds
back into the kitchen.
Ita McNairee: nae claud darlin. tha primo o course.
ets aul remedied noow. nae wans slappen nae wan *her voice drops into a growl, though she
was trying to be reassuring*
Travis Kennedy: He pours himself some coffee.
Ita McNairee: *she looks up form the counter and
reaches outto touch travis with a leg*
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: There's silence on
the other end, for a long period of time.
Ita McNairee: *her voice drops quiet* ah didnae kain
oo tae call.. ets only ye an Claud wha kain hem tha well..
Travis Kennedy: He is still pouring the coffee. He's
a slow pourer. When done, he looks up at Ita questioningly.
Ita McNairee: *she pokes him with a foot and looks
around in confusion. where was the stick?*
Jeremy Thomas: He comes out with an old T-Shirt and
some sweats for Paris, setting them on the coffee table.
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: The voice finally
comes, after a clearing of the throat, suddenly a lot less confident, and quieter.
"Where is he, Ita?"
Travis Kennedy: He pulls a sharp inch thick foot
long stick from his back pocket. It's very pretty. Then he puts it back and puts his shirt
over the end of it to hide it.
Ita McNairee: *she looks out the kitchen towards jer,
a wan smile as she sings quietly into the phone* et me hoose... ah'll gie ye tha addy
effen ye promise nae tae shoot me oor naethen.. aye? *her eyes widen as Trav just
materializes a wicked stake*
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: Another sigh.
"I'm not going to fucking shoot you. Just...tell me where you are."
Jeremy Thomas: He glances at the stake, raising a
brow. Impressive.
Ita McNairee: *well its not like it hasn't happened
before.. she nibbles her lip and nods, reciting the address*
Travis Kennedy: He leans against a wall and sips his
coffee.
Paris Bennet -> Ita McNairee: "I'll be there
soon. Make sure you and he are the only Licks there." *Click*
Ita McNairee: *she hangs up the phone, frowning and
muttering* Dinnae call me a lick.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks to Ita as she hangs up.
"Shoot you?" His tone is quite wary.
Ita McNairee: och.. ets aulrecht.. ee said ee willnae.
*she puts the phone away looking from one man to the other* mayhaps we willane 'ave a
permamnent hoouse guest, aye? *she smiles wearily and hollers to the bathroom* stell gien
clean darlin?
Travis Kennedy: Again with the danger. Don't they
know he is mortally allegic to bullets? He sighs and takes another sip.
Paris Bennet: "Yeah! Well...I'm clean, but
I...um, like the water..."
Travis Kennedy: Water is nice. Maybe he'll
fall asleep in there.
Ita McNairee: well ets aulrecht. ye muck aboot
hoowever ye'd like en there darlin. *she hollers, before looking to travis*
Ita McNairee: 10,5,9,2,4,
Jeremy Thomas: There goes all the hot water...
He sighs a little, then pours himself some coffee.
Travis Kennedy: 6,4,
Ita McNairee: *the little pikey looks enviously at the
men drinking their coffee before going to hug .. travis..of all people, a reassuring
squeeze. she looks to them both* Dinnae woory. dinnae fret
Jeremy Thomas: "I'm only worried because
somebody who might shoot you is coming here. Paris, I can handle, I think." He shrugs
and takes a sip of the caffeinated black.
Travis Kennedy: He pats her head, and then tries to
pull away, looking up at Jeremy.
Ita McNairee: an ee willnae shoot nae wan but me effen
ee daes shoot a folk. nae o ye are vampires. jes dinae lose yer termper wie hem.. please?
*She looks up to jer pointedly, giving a smile*
Ita McNairee: *she's easily pulled away from, letting
go of travis*
Travis Kennedy: He takes a few steps away from Ita,
leans against the wall again and crossing his arms.
Jeremy Thomas: "You're a vampire, and I can heal
like no one's business. We both have our advantages." He smiles a bit. "But
relax, I won't lose my temper. :ong as he leaves the guns unpointed. I won't let anyone
pull a gun on any resident of this apartment, end of story."
Travis Kennedy: An eyebrow twitches. He remains
still.
Ita McNairee: aye.. well keep en mind travis es
breakable.. aye? *she gives the boy an apologetic smile* ee can make exploden cows an
sooch. but ah reckon ee's a bet breakable. Stephen's a good lad.. jes.. been mucked aboot
wie.
Jeremy Thomas: "Travis was counted in that
'resident of this apartment' census. None of us get threatened in this apartment, end of
story. This is a safehouse to all that. No pain, no torture, no abuse. I won't tolerate
it."
Ita McNairee: *uh oh. top dog was putting his foot
down. the pretty little red head beams up at him*
Travis Kennedy: He glances between the two of them
with a grin.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks quite serious about it,
too...almost to the point of adamancy. He'd been through enough of that at his last home.
Not again.
Ita McNairee: *she jumps to hug him tightly, nuzzling
into his chest* aye darlen. nae o tha.
Steven Thompson: BZZZZZZZZZT.
Travis Kennedy: He glances at whatever is buzzing.
Ita McNairee: och..*she jingles to the buzzer and
buzzes him in* coome awn oop darlins. *the dobe rises to his feet from the foot of the
couch.. the mastiff however...is asleep*
Steven Thompson: ((That would be the buzzer/intercom
for the door to the apartment building. *G*))
Travis Kennedy: ((I know I know! *G*))
Steven Thompson: A few moments later comes the knock
on the door.
Jeremy Thomas: He moves to the door, opening it up.
No way are Ita or Travis opening the door.
Travis Kennedy: Travis seems to remember something.
Someone else was supposed to be showing up this night...
Ita McNairee: *the pikey goes to the door, giving a
quiet snap to the doberman, who seems to think its his job to protect her from everything
that passes into the apartment.. but jer beats her to it and she frowns severly* Stephen
loves.. coome awn en.
Xu Xian: 9,10,4,6,4,5,10,
Travis Kennedy: Yeah, it was to pick up something of
some sort. This was why he hated mornings...
Xu Xian: He pulls onto the street in a nondescript
silver Honda, 2000 model. And looks around, assessing the possibilty for ambush, anythign
out of the ordinary.
Steven Thompson: He's a man in his mid-to-late 20's.
He looks fairly scruffy, in that "I can't be bothered with shaving" kind of way.
His hair ends midway down his neck, and is a dirty blonde. He's dressed in a military
jacket over a black turtleneck and matching cargo pants
Steven Thompson: He looks at Jeremy, frowning.
"Do I have the right apartment?"
Xu Xian: 4,2,3,5,6,7,9,
Jeremy Thomas: He opens the door the rest of the way,
nodding. "Think so."
Xu Xian: He slips easily past the outside door without
having to call up and heads up to knock on the door.
Steven Thompson: He looks over at the sound of Ita's
voice and frowns, though he moves inside. He nods to Ita, then looks between Jeremy and
Travis. "Who are they? And where is he?"
Travis Kennedy: A dark haired sexy guy. His jet
black hair is pulled into punk spikes, and a pair of small oval glasses glasses float on
his face, reflecting any light in the room. Pale in complexion, wearing all dark or black
clothing, and strange tattoos peeking out under his t-shirt on his arms and neck. Very
gothic. He is in the prime of his life, and his body has no noticeable blemishes.
Ita McNairee: roomates darlin.. alive. *she smiles and
moves towards the bathroom murmeren* ee's taken a bath.
Steven Thompson: He looks at the two once more, then
moves to the bathroom door, with an odd hesitation and tentativeness in his step.
Jeremy Thomas: 10,9,8,6,8,4,
Jeremy Thomas: Footsteps coming up the stairs? He
goes out of the door, into the hallway and shutting said door, waiting to see who's
approaching.
Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head.. watching him as
the dobe gets back to his feet, not liking all the strangers.. he mills around. the pikey
smiles to travis*
Xu Xian: He nods to Jer, raising a brow to see him
waiting in the hall. "What's up?"
Jeremy Thomas: Seeing Xu, he relaxes a bit. "Was
just closing the door from the last visitor, heard footsteps. Thought I'd wait and see who
showed. You?"
Travis Kennedy: He sits there, leaning aginst the
wall, nodding once to the new guy.
Steven Thompson: He reaches the bathroom door and
knocks on it, very lightly, as if he's almost afraid of what's on the other side.
"...Paris?"
Xu Xian: "Here to pick up something from
Travis." He pausses, looks Jer over. "Who's your visitor?"
Travis Kennedy: Oh! That's right... Travis walks
over to his bedroom to grab the small box.
Ita McNairee: *ita's watching everything like a mother
hen, careful. hands held palm up in front of her so as not to spook the flighty man*
Jeremy Thomas: "One of Ita's people with more
personality issues then me who's been here a while, and some military-vet looking guy who
just showed up."
Xu Xian: 9,7,10,
Xu Xian: "Can I come in, or do you need me to wait
in the hall?"
Paris Bennet: The shower stops immediately. Sounds
of massive splashing, and the door opens, with a very wet and naked vampire standing
there, staring wide-eyed at Stephen. "Father?"
Jeremy Thomas: "No, sure, c'mon in." He
shrugs, opening the door. "The more, the merrier. 'bout time World War 3 happened
anyway...just didn't think it would happen in my apartment." It's almost entirely a
joke.
Travis Kennedy: He walks out with a small box and
puts it on the table, then goes back to leaning on the wall again.
Ita McNairee: *ita moves to grab the clothes jer
brought for paris, moving towards them and murmering* Loves..
Xu Xian: He frowns at Jer's almost joke, looking
slightly offended as he steps into the room. "Why is it that people always assuming
the shooting's going to start when I show up?"
Steven Thompson: Yeah, just WATCH a man's heart go
out to someone and break, all in one. He smiles a little, down at Paris. "Hi,
Paris." He stares at the boy for a long moment, then sighs. "Let's get you
dressed, okay?"
Xu Xian: (are always assuming)
Ita McNairee: *a soft wimp as she offers the two men
the clothing, quiet*
Jeremy Thomas: "Oh, I assumed the shooting was
going to start long ago, Xu. But there's only so much improbabability that the odds can
take." He follows the man inside, shutting the door.
Travis Kennedy: He glances at the door with a tilt
of the head, then grabs the package and heads toward the entrance to give it to Xu.
Paris Bennet: He bites his lip for a moment, then
throws his soaking wet (and very cold...the hot water died LONG ago) arms around Steven's
neck, hugging him.
Xu Xian: He nods to Travis, offering him a smile and
taking the package. "So what did you find out? Did you locate the item?"
Ita McNairee: *she gives up on giving him clothes,
just waiting until they are done*
Xu Xian: 4,9,2,4,9,6,7,
Xu Xian: (that was per+alert to have heard the dialogue
going on in the bathroom)
Steven Thompson: Yeah, just WATCH a man's heart go out to someone and break, all in one. He smiles a little, down at Paris. "Hi, Paris." He stares at the boy for a long moment, then sighs. "Let's get you dressed, okay?"
Xu Xian: (are always assuming)
Ita McNairee: *a soft wimp as she offers the two men
the clothing, quiet*
Jeremy Thomas: "Oh, I assumed the shooting was
going to start long ago, Xu. But there's only so much improbabability that the odds can
take." He follows the man inside, shutting the door.
Travis Kennedy: He glances at the door with a tilt
of the head, then grabs the package and heads toward the entrance to give it to Xu.
Paris Bennet: He bites his lip for a moment, then
throws his soaking wet (and very cold...the hot water died LONG ago) arms around Steven's
neck, hugging him.
Xu Xian: He nods to Travis, offering him a smile and
taking the package. "So what did you find out? Did you locate the item?"
Ita McNairee: *she gives up on giving him clothes,
just waiting until they are done*
Xu Xian: 4,9,2,4,9,6,7,
Xu Xian: (that was per+alert to have heard the dialogue
going on in the bathroom)
Travis Kennedy: "Yep." He leans against
the door frame, and turns to watch the nakedness and hugging.
Steven Thompson: ((There's still in the bathroom
door, which is off the main room, so not hard to hear. *S*))
Xu Xian: "Do you have the item?" He asks
Travis, on a bit of an edge tho it's not clear why.
Steven Thompson: He sighs and wraps his arms around
Paris, hugging him. "C'mon, Paris...you've got to get dried off." He looks over
his shoulder at Xu, nodding a tiny bit in greeting.
Travis Kennedy: "Nope. You just asked me to
find it." ((per + emp on Xu))
Travis Kennedy: 3,1,6,
Jeremy Thomas: He takes a lean against the wall,
where he has a clear view of everyone. Just observing for now.
Xu Xian: "No, Travis, I said it was ~vital~ to
locate this item and get it to me."
Paris Bennet: "Okay." He leans forward,
speaking in a quiet, conspiratorial tone. "I thought you were dead, Father. Mercy
said you were. I'm glad you're not, though."
Travis Kennedy: He thinks about this. "Oh, so
you did. Well, getting it may be complicated."
Ita McNairee: *she dekes into the bathroom to fetch a
towel, offering it up along with the clothes*
Xu Xian: "How complicated?"
Xu Xian: He seems to be ignoring Steven and Paris.
Steven Thompson: He looks to Ita, and with great
effort, extricates himself from the clinging dead kid, taking the towel and clothes with a
grateful nod. He takes Paris by the shoulder, rotating him and leading him into the
bathroom to dry Paris off.
Travis Kennedy: "Well, he bought it from a
private collector, who had bought it from someone else, who had bought it from someone
else yet, who bought it on the black market. The original price was about two hundred, but
the current owner paid about 5 grand for it. I really doubt he'll sell it to us though.
Just walk up and ask to see it. He's a nice guy, really."
Ita McNairee: *she runs a clawed hand through the
boy's hair, slicking it back before stepping away from him and looking to Steven*
Xu Xian: "Who?"
Travis Kennedy: "I am not naming names
here."
Xu Xian: He sighs again, exasperated. "Then where
will you?"
Paris Bennet: He looks up at Ita and Steven, smiling
a little bit in his 'Can't sleep, the clowns will eat me' T-Shirt and red sweats. The
cneaning, drying, and clothing down with, he know looks a little nervous.
"I'm...clean, now..."
Travis Kennedy: "Are you going to try and steal
it, or attack him, or anything like that? I'm sworn not to do anything that can harm this
man."
Xu Xian: "I just need the fucking papyrus!"
Jeremy Thomas: A shake of his head at Travis's words.
THAT'S gonna go over well...
Travis Kennedy: He takes a step back, worried.
Jeremy Thomas: Whoa. Wait. He looks over at Xu a
moment. ((Per+Emp))
Jeremy Thomas: 3,8,9,7,5,6,8,
Xu Xian: 5,9,4,7,4,6,6,3,
Ita McNairee: *she doesn't know whats joing on..but
she does know that Xu's getting angry. and so her voice sings from the bathroom*
loooves..? *She smiles at Stephen and Paris, gathering paris's original clothing and
murmering* Thank ye loves.
Steven Thompson: Raised voice? Xu's, even? He tenses
a little, but nods to Ita. "Thank YOU."
Jeremy Thomas: "Travis, just give the man a
phone number. Or give your guy Xu's. Something, for Christ's sake."
Xu Xian: "Jesus fucking christ," he says,
eyes boring into Travis. "If you don't fucking trust me by now to do the right thing,
why the hell are you even bothering with me?"
Ita McNairee: *A pat to steven's arm if he'll allow
it, redheaded little gypsy moving to usher the pair to the door with a soft regretful
smile* Take care o each ether..aye?
Travis Kennedy: He takes a deep breath, and
continues, "I trust you, but I needed you to know that this man is important to me.
It would be horrible if he got into trouble because of me. I'll tell you his name
then."
Steven Thompson: He does allow the pat...this one
time, at least, and he gets {aris to his feet, moving along with Ita, leading Paris by the
elbow.
Xu Xian: "Do you ~think~ I'm stupid enough to
attack a man like that? Do you ~think~ I want every fucking handwaver in the city gunning
for my ass, since it's not enough to have the Setites and the Sabbat and the Camarilla all
wanting my hide?"
Travis Kennedy: He nods, "Okay. His name is
Kelton. I'll give you his address if you want."
Ita McNairee: *the dogs seem to have vamoosed into the
bedroom upon Xu's arrival, Doberman casting a shadow in the door. Ita meanwhile moves
through the triangle of hostility that is Xu/Jer/Trav.. opening the outside door for two
men.. with an exclaimation of* Och! AH kain kelton!
Xu Xian: "If you know him and like him why don't
you just fucking ask him?"
Paris Bennet: He stares at Xu as he's led out...big
angry man. Scary.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Steven and Paris as they
leave, offering them a small nod.
Ita McNairee: *and thats all she has to say about
that. then again. she lnows A kelton. but really.. everyone supernatural knew everyone
supernatural it seemed.. the pikey smiles to stephen and Paris* G'necht lads. be carefy
Steven Thompson: "Good night, Ita. ...thank
you." He nods to Jeremy, then looks to Xu. No time to interrupt now. He makes to head
out the door with Paris.
Travis Kennedy: He takes another step back,
"Ask him to just hand over something he just bought a little while ago? The first
question he is going to ask is 'Why?' You know the answer to that, and I don't. Ask him
yourself if you don't want me to know that kind of stuff."
Xu Xian: "Tell him I'll give him ten grand for it.
Or barring that, one grand for a look and a facsimile of it." And with that he turns
and heds out the door before he loses his temper.
Travis Kennedy: "Okay..."
Ita McNairee: Darlins darlins darlins. *one for each
of them as the door clicks shut..but she promptly skitters out of Xu's way as he looks to
be leaving*..och.. good necht loves. be carefy.
Paris Bennet: He starts to wave goodbye, but freezes
as Xu stalks his way. He quickly backtracks out of the giant's path, into the hallway.
Xu Xian: He heads down the stairs, jaw pulsing, doing
his best to remind himself not to blame Travis, the kid isn't trained, it's not his fault.
Steven Thompson: He backs up into the hallway as
well, though much calmer then Paris did.
Travis Kennedy: He slides back against the wall
again. Holy hell.
Xu Xian: He hits the street and puts the box in his
pocket, pulling out his smokes and lighting up, glancing around to spot any potential
problems on the street before heading to his car.
Ita McNairee: *she sighs and shuts the door again,
looking at her flatmates* an than there was three,
Xu Xian: 9,6,5,5,4,9,7,
Steven Thompson: Once out the door, he heads
downstairs with Paris, giving Xu a little bit of leeway. He hits the bottom and does a
quick look around, then heads to his beater car.
Paris Bennet: He follows along with Steven, looking
up at him tentatively, but smiling. He's back with Father. All is well in the world of the
kid.
Jeremy Thomas: He looks at Ita and Travis. "Well
now. That was...an interesting night."
Xu Xian: He watches Steven get into his car with Paris,
and waits for them to drive off before getting into his own vehicle.
Ita McNairee: aye! didnae 'ave tae stake nae wans
*looks inordinately releived, leaning on the door*
Steven Thompson: And drive off they do, heading off
toward Uptown.
Xu Xian: And he heads off into the night. (thanks for
the scene guys)
Travis Kennedy: He sighs and looks tired.
Paris Bennet: ((Thanks, Singha! Killing my two
extraneous nicks now))
Jeremy Thomas: "Nope. No staking at all. And no
shooting, either. I'd call that a successful night, all things considered."
Ita McNairee: ye aulrecht travis darlin? *she looks
over to him. nibbling her lip*
Travis Kennedy: "I'm tired. I'm going to
bed."
Ita McNairee: Aulrecht darlin. goodnecht aye? *she
smiles warmly to the hermetic ans moves to lean on her boyfriend*
Jeremy Thomas: He nods to Travis. "Get some
sleep, man. You've earned it, from the sound of it." He wraps an arm around Ita.
Travis Kennedy: He shuffles off to his bedroom and
closes the door behind him. The bedsprings creak as he lands on the matress and starts to
fall asleep.
Ita McNairee: *the dogs filter out of the bedroom, as
ita sighs again in releif and nuzzles her head into jeremy's side* mmmm. aul worked oot.
ye oop fer bed tae?
Jeremy Thomas: "Yeah, bed's probably a good
idea." He leans down and kisses her scalp. "So why red tonight, out of
curiosity?"
Ita McNairee: causen folk's seen me en yelly...*she
makes a pleasant growly noise and takes his hand, leading him to the bedroom she'll be
overjoyed to get out of her little skirt. a contented smile* coome lie doown sweetwolf..
ets been an awfi loong necht.
Jeremy Thomas: "You can say that again..."
And into the bedroom he heads with her.