Joshua Coil: *His hands shove into his pockets, head lowering slightly in a bob as he walks. Almsot a bird-like walk. His coat hangs loosely over his shoulders. It isn't too cold, after all.*

Joe Vellim: *Hunched over a bench. brown bag clenched tight around a bottle. Could he be puking? Oh wait- nope- because the short spatter of profanity as he crosses something out of a notebook and scrawls something else, watching, from that bench, a spot behind some bushes a short distance away. The man focuses with the exact and unrelenting gaze of a dog against those bushes.. considering, writing more.. before he just shoves the pencil behind one ear, bald scalp gleaming- and tosses one thick arm over the back of the bench, glowering toward the nearest subway entrance.*

Joe Vellim: fekkin hate sicko fucks... *he growls it to himself, tipping the bottle back some..*

Joshua Coil: d10: per+Alert: 8,5,2,6,8,

Joshua Coil: *His head swivels at the swearing. A slight frown. He pauses, as if attempting to figure out if that insult is towards him. If so, he plans on kicking ass. But if NOT, he'll have kicked ass in vain. Dammit, to kick or not to kick. What a fucking hard question.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is giggling, walking fast and looking over her shoulder every now and then. She looks estatic, probably short lived but oh well, for now she is happy.

DD Despite the year, she has what could have been viewed in the Victorian era as a perfect hourglass figure. Standing at almost five feet five inches tall. Beautiful doe eyes peer from behind thick black long lashes. She could also be called a porcelain doll with her pale skin and flawless features, full pouty lips , her dark straight black hair falls to her waist, pulled back in either braids or series of ponytails down her back. The only thing marring her skin is a birthmark on the back of her neck. Her hair is up, falling in cascades down her back to her waist, her breeding is evident to those who can tell. wearing a black a-line dress that falls to her mid calf. A pair of short healed shoes on her feet, and a very warm winter coat also in black finished off her outfit.

Joshua Coil: ((lazy player's DD: http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/josh.html))

Joe Vellim: *One more contemplative... ahem... inhale- before Joe whips the pencil out from behind one ear, and continues to consider those bushes.* pah stiff washeah... *he points..* fekkin sicko bahstahd was.. deah? *points to himself, cocking his neck before scrawling in the notebook again.* I saw 'is sicko bahstahd ass rightheah... 'e ran likka scahd bitch ta deah... *points to the subway.. then scratches his head, ruffling broad shoulders.* waitaminit.. gaht nuttin' ta do widdit...

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: What's that sound? It's "Twisted Nerve," the whistled song from Kill Bill, Vol. 1. However, it's not Darryl Hannah walking into the park...it's the original Coyote Girl herself. She's walking along, one of those hand-rolled cigarettes in her hand as she makes her way down the mall and along the paths. She's looking mellow...not in snark-mode, but not depressed, either. It's a balanced day for Reyna. They come so rarely, she enjoys them when she gets them.

Joe Vellim: *Joe seems oblivious.. but of course, the scary guy was still a distance away.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 8,7,7,9,7,9,

Joshua Coil: ((DEAR GOD!))

Joshua Coil: *He walks a bit closer, a slight snort escaping his mouth.* Excuse me? *he gets out, approaching the musclehead. Heh. Pot to kettle.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She stops near a lamppost leaning against the thing taking some deep breaths to try and stop herself for laughing any further. She some giggles and a hiccup or two escape her lips.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((She looks around at her surrounding for the first time.

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Alert: 8,7,9,9,9,6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The coyote girl sees ALL. She seess Joshua, Morgane, Joe, and everything else. A little grin hits her face, and she makes her way toward the big, scar-throated guy.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((*Blinks* I think the die roller is stuck on auto sucesses))

Joe Vellim: *Joe's a very thickly muscled, very short man, about 5'5". Bald head, very nondescript clothing, white t shirt, flannel shirt over that, under a thin canvas flight jacket. He seems nowhere near as ponderous as a man of his build should be.. the ghost of an old and swift grace hangs about him, as though he were merely faded, somehow. Perhaps middle 30's, Bright, usually carefree blue eyes- and a smile with too many teeth to be that of a man who's lead an easy life.*

Joshua Coil: ((What the HELL? People! Stop rolling good!))

Joe Vellim: uh? *He doesn't even look, tracing footsteps he can only see in his mind... perhaps its the alcohol... but its not until invisible hairs on the back of his neck start to stand up that he really pays attention.* Nuttin'... figgah'in some shit out, heah... *he tilts his head... stacatto popping sounds from his neck.. and he turns to look at Josh. His eyes are swift, if dazzled by alcohol.. going from the general direction of Josh's knees, to his hands, to his sternum.. then his face.* whadaya wan'?

Joe Vellim: *....and Joe, no moron, takes a step back. From eyes and posture, its doubtful he knows.. but Josh gets some ground. Proud or edgy, perhaps Joe knows when to back up anyway.*

Joshua Coil: *He wrinkles his nose, perhaps thoughtfully.* You're... talking to yourself, then. *As if clarifying.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: And she is amazingly perceptive tonight, make her mother proud that would. A slight tilt of her head back and forth as she looks around. She continues walking, at a slower pace than she was before, a hand smoothing her dress and jackets in a fluid movement.

Joe Vellim: *Once again his eyes sweep Josh up, then down.* shuwah.

Joe Vellim: d10: per/alert: 8,7,9,10,3,

Joshua Coil: Okay then, *he says, with a slow nod. He sniffs slightly, and arches an eyebrow. Before turning.* Just checking.

Joe Vellim: ((laughs. awesome.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Gaah, sorry, tied up with phone call.))

Joe Vellim: yeh.. *Joe's eyes narrow... his face goes from unease, to hard in a moment.. his eyes flick from Josh's armpit, to his face. Then toward Morgane. Ah, nuts...* Jeezus.. no one reads da paypahs?

Morgane Kristanovitch: For some reason she seems to be like a kid in a candy shop, yet she is just walking around, looking at the people and the things around. Sometimes this or that person get's a second glance, like Joe and Josh do.

Joshua Coil: Not really, no, *he says quietly.* Depressing news. Why? What happened?

Shania Kelton: Slender, with a dancer's figure and grace, and a shock of white ringlets that whirls easily. Cheap, simple clothes and a rucksack over her shoulders. Grey eyed, and her skin a dark cream, but pitted and worn with poor care. Her heritage isn't certain, almost certainly at least a few bloodlines in her.

Joe Vellim: See dat goyl? *Joe lurches against Josh's chest- yep. Lurches... though it doesn't seem the sort of thing he does- and points toward Morgane* Buncha goyls, just like heh- been kilt innis pahk. Course, aftah dahk, deah bodies get left... ann'is, o'course, seems likea good time ta be in Battry... fekkin jes' mah luck.. *He rights himself, takes another drink, and stows the bottle in a jacket pocket.*

Joshua Coil: *His jaw tightens.* I know. I heard. A friend of mine was attacked.

Shania Kelton: She's not a model. Moving lightly along the paths, and stopping at a bench, pulling a cheap sandwich from a pocket of her jacket and nibbling it

Morgane Kristanovitch: Nope no clue where she is going, eyes wide in wonderment. Yes even innocence radiates off of her. A hand come up finger placed on her lips as she decided to take a walk off in a different direction, headding away from Joe and Josh. A glance up to the skyline.

Joe Vellim: Dat why yew got the gun, pal? *Its murmured, Joe casts a leery eye up at the guy that seems to be... well... frankly.. rather crazed.* Nah.. eiddah, Ah'm gahnna go upta heh, smellin ta' Mary hehself like cheap whiskey, flashin my ugly fekkin face aroun'... ah YEW *alright, so that last word was a little loud* gahnna ga talk ta heh. Maybe offah ta walkah ta th' bus stop. *He stows the notebook, clearly intending on doing just that*

Joe Vellim: *He rocks back on his heels, suprisingly, ~in~ control, but a little animated, and glares at Josh*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Wanders in from the far enterance, chattering away on her cell*

Joshua Coil: I have, *he grunts, rather... angry, actually.* I have watched her, dammit. Not much else I CAN do. I work as a bodyguard for a night club. THAT'S why I'm packing.

Shania Kelton: She nibbles more on the sandwich, washing it down with gulps of bottled water. Eyeing the chilly ground and air with a real distaste, bundled up warmly

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 3,6,3,3,2,

Morgane Kristanovitch: A ewe? oh where? She stops and looks around, pet's and things didn't seem to be around in this place, but she looks hopeful.

Joe Vellim: d10: : 2,2,1,9,4,

Joshua Coil: *A brief look around reveals almost nothing. The clouds have made it too dark, and the moon is distracting. And he is angry.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Chattery. Definately bouncy. The girl is all sunshine right now*

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((I believe after all of the earlier successes the die roller now hates everyone. *L*))

Joe Vellim: AH! gaddamn... *fingers the size of sausages move to rub one eye.* Fekkin... yew spit uh summat? Jeezus... awright- well, she's leavin'. Yaknow... wheah its gahnna be.. *he pauses for emphasis* DAHK! An' gloomy. Poyfect fah some sicko bahstahd ta gettuh. Sa.. *He looks Josh over- perhaps realizing for a moment that yelling at the man may not... oh nevermind. He's feeling it.* yeh.. sa. Lessgo.

Shania Kelton: d10: Per/Alert: 5,7,10,2,5,5,

Shania Kelton: She keeps a very vague eye out, but it more concerned with her scarf, red nose, and general ... hatred of the fact she can almost see her breath. Facing the water, staring out gloomily, bunched up and nibbling

Joshua Coil: *He scowls.* You're drunk. And he's not coming out tonight.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is looking around bent over trying to look under things, benches, around a trashcan, a bush here and there. She speaks in russian trying t call the lamb out of hidding.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She arches a brow at the chick poking around under benches and trashcans, still chattering on her phone, nodding as if the person on the other end can see her*

Joe Vellim: *He stops, heaving a deep sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose.* Yeh, Mistah Obvious, ah'm drunk. Hence, da idea o' yew goin', an' me gettin' backta woyk, yeah? *He stops, focusing on Josh's face.* Howyew know he aint cahmin aht?

Shania Kelton: She blinks, glancing to Morgane, and standing. Her russian is fairly heavily accented, and there's a lot of slang, but it's understandable. Sucking her fingers clean (Russian) "Lost a what?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: A huff very unlady like, not like any of her behavior as of the past few minutes has been. She stands back up pushing a lock of hair back behind her ear. The proceeded to smooth out her dress, and make sure she still looks presentable.

Joshua Coil: Because he's not out already, and we haven't found a fucking body, *he snaps.* And she's guarded. Other people are there. She doesn't need me.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She looks over to Shania a smile. ~R~"A ewe, a sheep." she looks over to Joe and Josh, then back to Shania. ~R~ "They said ewe, so I was looking for it, I haven't seen one in the city as of yet."

Shania Kelton: Definately american, but speaking russian; albiet badly. Wandering over, the white ringlets bouncing. Dark skin, and very, very dark eyes (r) "I'm thinking it was a mistake. Probably meant it in a different way. No sheep around here"

Joe Vellim: *He looks after the girl again, long since vanished into the dark, then looks back to Josh.* Nevahmin'... lissen.. who's "we". You mean me 'an yew? Cause if sahmeone elseis gettin' inon dis, Ah wanna know.

Joshua Coil: *He grunts.* It's not your business. You're drunk. *He looks around again. Perhaps he's paranoid.*

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 8,9,4,2,2,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She plops down on a bench, laughing like a mad woman at something said on the other end of the phone*

Shania Kelton -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Ringlets are the same. Basic body shape. The rest of it, totally different. You can SEE the face. The street performer, the tumbler.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She tilts her head,~R~ "Yes, I do see that there is none of them around here. Thank you. Where is here?"

Joe Vellim: *That calms him for a moment. Or at least brings a stillness to his eyes.* Fuck yew, none o my bidness. Woyk onnis when I'm sobah tew, yew half-a-brain piece ah shit. Yew seenis face, asshole? Almost caught im'? Fuck yew. Movearoun'... yeh creepin' me aht. *He starts to stomp off.* Muddafuggah's gahnna gahead'n wait till 'e finds a bahddy..

Joshua Coil: *His eyes widen.* Wait. You've SEEN him?

Joshua Coil: *He starts to follow.*

Shania Kelton: (R) "Battery" As in power "Park. In New York. You must know that bit, though" SHe grins, despite the cold, hugging herself

POSTS LOST

Joe Vellim: *Dead grass crunches under worn bootheels as Joe makes his way toward the tree.* Yew folk awright? *It blares through the trees. Subtle, apparently, he just can't do very well.*

Shania Kelton: She nods to Morgane, and then gently takes hold of Wendy, helping her sit and speaking quietly "Y'just stay still, let the girl help ya, okay? Are y'going t'be fine?"

Joshua Coil: *He really just watches. Careful. Should he go? Should he watch? The musclehead is still here, after all.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A male voice and just like that she stops trying to press the piece of cloth to Wendy's forhead folding her hands in her lap, bowing her head. Was he talking to her? she doesn't know so she remains quiet.

Wendy Berber: *she's put wherever shania wants her, hair falling in herface, eyes kept low as she burns up in embrarrasment, hands twisting in her torn sweater, socks grassstained and looking like alley grime. she nods* ..um. thank you miss.

Joe Vellim: *A momentary inhale, strange relief as he recognizes Morgane.. well, perhaps- or at least thinks he does. Least she's still kickin'.* 'Ey uh... *quieter, Joe..* 'ey.. yew uh.. awright? Need sa'm help? *Its loud, but comparatively kind.. if a bit intoxicating by breath alone.*

Karyan: *calmly continues to read her papers*

Damien Thiereaoux: *long black hair with chunky highlights of red in it, black leather pants laced up the sides and black mesh shirt, hes got leather gloves on his hands and shades over his eyes, jacket slung over his shoulder, features form and movement scream feline(primal marks) as he walks into the park* http://longhairedmen.de/pics/ga39/original/39-01.jpg

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Damn. Looks like somebody's gotten the shit beat out of - * Wenders? *Her eyes get huge, and she barely mumbles a "gotta go!" into the phone before closing it and droping it into her bag, shoving herself into the crowd* Wendy! What the fuck?!?

Shania Kelton: "Y'don' worry, alrigh'?" Smiling to Morgane, and eyeing Joe, as well. Just ... keeping Wendy reassured

Joe Vellim: *The broad irishman rocks to one foot as Jocelyn squeezes past- but never seems to quite lose his balance, as drift to the side to admit her form. He takes a step back, rather than bull his way toward the girl- apparently they know each uddah.*

Wendy Berber: um.. hi Jocelyn. *she's been propped up.. and can't see.. but no one else calls her wenders* um.. its ok. *she looks towards the male voice and shriks into her sweater a little,*.. um.. its ok.. *for someone who appears to have just goten mugged.. she doesn't seem that upset, more a little sad and resigned, and Highly embarrassed*

Joshua Coil: *He just watches for a moment, the chaos. And then the opposite direction, keeping them guarded.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She keeps her head bowed, submissive. She glances to Joe's knees as she is kneeling on the ground. "The young miss, fell, and she had to give up her money?" yes the last is unclear even to her. "I was going to apply pressure to her forhead to stop the bleeding?" she asks Joe like she was asking permission.

Jocelyn Pasqual: What happened? *Bag dropped, kneeling beside her, lookin at the others*

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 9,9,9,2,3,9,

Shania Kelton: She nods to Joc, speaking quietly and leaning in to her "She trippin' everywhere ... guessin' she's all dazed out, whacked on th'head. Ah'd get 'er t'th'doc shop"

Karyan: *almost done with her papers. utterly calm*

Joe Vellim: *He raises his eyebrows- yep, one at a time, he's still plenty drunk.. then looks from Wendy, to where she came, then back, mouth open.* Naaaaah hun... looks likah foyst class muggin' ya gaht deah.. s'naht okay peaches.. *He shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking back the way she came.*

Wendy Berber: um.. *she swallows. fingers twisting in her sweater, face red, and not just from the blood starting to dry on her forehead* um.. ..a mugging?

Damien Thiereaoux: *the commotion a bit obvious apparently , when he looks that way after hearing something going on that direction he tilts his head, seeing a couple familiar faces, wow....actually moving that way a little quicker, especially when he sees jocelyn*

Joe Vellim: D'ya know iff deah still aftah yew, sweethaht? *The voice is as gentle as it likely gets, maybe roughened a bit as he looks through the trees.* Don' always... *Jezzus... shap, Joe..*

Jocelyn Pasqual: She does that anyway. *Half nodding at Shania, hand hooking under Wendy's elbow* Wenders? Can you stand up?

Wendy Berber: *she nods to joe,head ducked low*

Wendy Berber: i'm ok.. it happened a while ago.. *she gives a nod to Jocelyn* .. um . yeah... *red as she gets* i tripped.

Shania Kelton: "N'like this" Murmering to Joc still "Ah'm serious. Checked her over quick, an' she took a heavy smack t'th'head"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Glancing up at Joe, and back to Wendy* They're still after you?

Joe Vellim: *The bullish irishman raises brows again as Wendy nods, and turns to move off into the trees the way she came..* Back inna sec, peaches..

Morgane Kristanovitch: Yeah she has the same confused look on her face, that anyone who was looking at her bowed head could see.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She scowls* Bullshit you tripped

Joshua Coil: *He watches carefully, and begins pacing.*

Wendy Berber: *Jocelyn doesn't beleive her... and the tone of her voice just makes her shrink further into her sweater.. she had tripped. her head ducks. oh to turn into ash and float away on the wind. the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and she keeps her eyes on the ground*

Joe Vellim: *Joe disappears into the trees. But oddly enough, gets a touch more quiet.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A sigh as Joe wander off and she stands up muttering in russian. She then places the hancerchief on Wendy's forhead. "There you go, if you put pressure on it, it will stop. Go ahead and keep it." the change in her is graceful yet obvious..

Joe Vellim: d10: assumed d dex ste: 7,10,10,8,8,

Damien Thiereaoux: 'ey.....miss joce-lyn....*warm southern n'orleans accent calls out as he gets closer and slows* whats goin on?*looking to wendy and blinking* she allright?

Joe Vellim: ((oookay, really quiet.)) *In fact, the man nearly vanishes a few feet down the trail to the nearest gate.*

Karyan: *folds her papers neatly into halves, and puts up her notebook. rising, she deposits the papers neatly into the trash can and begins to walk on calmly*

Wendy Berber: um. thank you miss... *she puts pressure on her forehead like she's told to. sitting still.. as she was also told to do.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her attention diverts entirely, and Damien is greeted with a brilliant smile* Hey... *Blinking* Huh? Oh! Yeah. *Looking back at Wendy* Well, no. She said she fell, but that's bullshit.

Shania Kelton: She grins a little at Morgane's mutterings, and nods to Joc as she straightens "Y'might wanna think abou' gettin' yer friend a guide dog're somethin'"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She falls quiet and bows that head again. Sighing ever so softly. eyes to the ground.

Joe Vellim: NAH, 'tink deah gone... *It sounds from further into the park, Joe having apparently forgotten to be a touch more quiet when going stealth ninja on the bad guys. Soon enough he can be heard to stomp back toward the usually picturesque clearing.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((*picks up, dusts off. Try this again!))

Damien Thiereaoux: *nodding to what jocelyn says, he looks to wendy* spose y'got nuff people botherin y'miss wendy, mmm?*yep, he remembered her name from the other night*

Wendy Berber: *wendy dips her head, lips rolling together a moment. she says quietly to no one in particular* um. i should go.. kay?

Joshua Coil: *He grunts in frustration at Joe's words. It is clear... he was waiting for some murderer to come rushing out of the trees.*

Karyan: *drifts off quietly, past the group of concerned people. casting them a calm, mildly curious glance before fading off into the night*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. *Nodding to Wendy* Come on. We'll get you someplace, 'kay? *Glancing to Damien in question*

Joe Vellim: d10: : 3,4,5,8,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She walks back from the a couple kids, pocketing money where a plastic bag used to be in her duster, and glances around the mall. The whistling of the Kill Bill song has begun again as she looks around.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She start to back away from Damien Wendy, Shania, and Joc. Small steps, moving slowely.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 7,9,7,10,8,8,

Joshua Coil: ((You did it AGAIN!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((She is the goddess of alertness))

Joe Vellim: yeh... uh.. *He leans in, but over no one, the man far too short for such.* 'foah ya go.. don' s'pose sa seen 'im, sweethaht? *He tries to duck a bit to catch Wendy's eye, but thinks better of it.*

Damien Thiereaoux: where to ma'amselle wendy? Ill escort y'all ifn y'don mind.....*a quick nod to jocelyn*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah... *Nodding to Damien, giving him another quick smile*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances around...noting everyone. Big group in the vicinity...ooh, and Joshua's still there. She turns and alters course to approach him, still whistling. Making herself obvious....nooo surprising the big guy this night. Not good on the internal organs.

Wendy Berber: *she gives joe a shake of her head, gathering herself up in a tattered awkward mess* I'm sorry sir..

Joe Vellim: 'ey yeah- *He pipes up at Damien's words.* Me tew. Nah affence, Nawlens, but uh.. don' really soun' like yeh from aroun' heah, yeah? *Joe flashes him the remains of the Vellim Grin and nods, affably.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: Slowely still backing away. two feet away, almost three feet away. A hard determination in her eyes, but well she didn't want to be too obvious.

Wendy Berber: kay *to Damien and joe. head tucked low, hair in her face.*.. sorry.

Joe Vellim: *Suprised glance at Wendy.* ....kinna new y'self, uh.. *He chuckles, trying to calm the girl down a bit, but he doesn't approach.*

Joshua Coil: d10: per+alert: 6,7,9,8,5,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks up at Joe, then back to Damien*

Joshua Coil: *Good no surprises. He turns to Reyna, only slightly, and he hands over the notebook. And then points to Joe.*

Damien Thiereaoux: *a quick smile to joce from behind the shades, and a nod to wendy, offering an arm if she wants to take it, all gentlemanly....looking to joe with a crooked grin and chuckle, shaking his head* not by a longshot sir....n'orleans born an bred....

Wendy Berber: *she makes to take a step and nearly goes down again, favoring her ankle with a private frown. stupid treeroots. a flash of red crawls up her skin as she slumps her shoulders, embarrass yourself more nerdo. its not like you aren't a giant pity case already.. *

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She beams back at Damien for a second, helpin Wendy up*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hey, you." She smiles at him...and then looks at the notebook she's being handed. "What's this?"

Wendy Berber: *she's hauled up.*

Joshua Coil: The murderer. Gave my cell number to that guy. Apparently he's seen him.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her attention slips to Joshua for a moment, looking him over*

Morgane Kristanovitch: A glance up to all of the people around, Joc, Shania, who seems to have left, wendy. She keeps backing away.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "...Homey say what?" She stars at Joshua, blinking, and looks over to Joe. "Any idea why he gave him your cell?"

Joe Vellim: *He doesn't seem to have been waiting, perhaps already having spoken his piece. He nods, smiling, and glances at everybody.* Sa.. we goin' ta' th' bus, ah do ya wan' us ta take ya alla way home, peaches? *A look like he expects the former.*

Damien Thiereaoux: ooh...careful darlin...y'allright?*a hand to wendy, helping steady her*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Can you... *Looking at Joe, waving to the other side of Wendy*

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((her side of Wendy. blah.))

Joshua Coil: No, I gave him my cell number so he could reach us. I'll leave my phone at home when I go out for the full moon. So you can answer if he tries to reach us.

Joe Vellim: *He looks from Joc, to Wendy, then back- and darts foreward.* Ah- yeah, yeah.. shuwah. *He wraps Wendy's arm around his own gently as he takes up the opposite post.* Heah we go, peaches. Gahnna be fine, yeah?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Another glance at Joshua, scowling at something*

Wendy Berber: *the dishevelled bookworm just stands, and waits foe them to decide what to do with her*

Joey Edwards: He comes wandering into the park.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Damien on one side of Wenders, other guy on the other. Perfect. She lets the guys support her, trailing behind, absently reaching out to trail her fingers down the back of Damien's arm*

Wendy Berber: *she nods, saying* um.. yes. um.. thank you sir. um.. I can walk..

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ah, okay." She nods a little bit. "That sounds like a plan." She pauses. "You know, I have seen him, too. If only briefly. And we're looking for more then one psycho. Might help to do some chatting. How's the temper holding out thus far, hon?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She is going to sneak away at this point since everyone's attention is elsewhere, yeah like her father would enjoy seeing her being brought home by anyone. Riiiiigh.

Joey Edwards: He is a slim but muscular, 5’11” young man, barely brushing up against 21 years. Long, soft, dark brown hair frames his dusky, rounded face. His eyes are dark green and often filled with simple happiness. He wears an aura of vulnerability about him, displaying a gentle soul. He is obviously of mixed race, with hints of Native American influence. He is dressed simply, in blue jeans and a non-descript t-shirt, stretched taut over his developed chest and firm abdomen, as if clothing is an afterthought to him. http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Joey.jpg

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Dex+stealth: 5,7,7,6,6,

Wendy Berber: *deep red.. she tries to draw her arms back for a moment before stoppping and swallowig.. and just moving with them, head ducked down*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 3,6,8,8,9,7,

Joey Edwards: d10: alertness: 8,9,7,3,8,

Joey Edwards: He spots Damien immediately and grins, heading right to him. He offers a shy but very sunny smile to the others, including the girl(s?) he's supporting.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Just let them help you, Wenders. *Quietly, hand low on the girl's back for a moment*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Someone trying to be sneaky around Reyna, tonight? Give it UP. She watches Morgane try to sneak away, grinning a little bit. "Awww, that's cute. She's trying to be sneaky"

Joshua Coil: You know... can barely tell around this time. *He smirks faintly.* Feels good outside. Which means it's duct tape and sleazy motel time.

Joe Vellim: *He could have heard, but doesn't especially leggo. She's been stumbling around enough.. though she's not so much trapped, as held firmly. There's not much coat, that must be aaaaall arm.*Well heah, see.. yah head, an' ya feet seem ta disagree a bit. Don't worry peaches. They'll geht soahted out an' ya kin walk when ya wanna. *He starts off with the rest.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oooh...duct tape and a sleazy motel? Sounds like my kind of night." She looks back to Joshua with a chuckle.

Damien Thiereaoux: *he chuckles, winking back to jocelyn, then looks to wendy as he walks along with her, leaning down to murmur softly with a tone of concern*....y'allright darlin? ifn y'dont want all this attention an jes want t'walk on y'own I kin understand...jes all concerned bout ye is all

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to her.* Only in your dreams, *he says with a small smirk. But his head swivelsback, trying to see what she's talking about.*

Morgane Kristanovitch: d10: Per+Alert: 3,8,5,5,1,4,

Joey Edwards: "Hi, Damien. Is she okay?" Looking at Wendy and genuinely concerned.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Tease."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She eyes Joey as he comes up, reaching out to cup Damien's elbow with her hand*

Wendy Berber: .. ..kay..sorry *a hard swallow. well. who was she to say no if they wanted to carry her around. use her as a volleyball. put her down over puddles so their feet didn't get wet. the obedient bookwork clams up, murmering * um.. thank you.

Damien Thiereaoux: d10: per+alert: 3,4,2,4,5,2,

Joey Edwards: He offers a shy, sweet smile to JOcelyn. Yes, genuinely sweet, not saccharine.

Morgane Kristanovitch: ((-2 Diff))And she comes to a slow stop looking over to where she heard the voice come from. She smooths her hands over her dress lightly. Oh no not HER sneaking anywhere never.

Wendy Berber: *more deep red blushing, she ducks her head into her chest, hair in her face, bags thumping at her hip. a swallow.*

Joe Vellim: shuwah, shuwah... so! Been heah long? *He glances back to Jocelyn, over to Damien.. surely someone knows why she's not freakin' out like a junkie what's been stiffed..*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She makes a squeaking sound suddenly, darting back the way they came*

Damien Thiereaoux: *sighing softly and shaking his head, he keeps helping her, likely listening so close he doesnt see or hear joey at first* (*thpthpts at the dice*)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Sorry, Damien. The Coyote is very good at die-roller head, and has stolen all the successes when it comes to Alertness.))

Joshua Coil: *He smirks faintly, but watches the commotion.* Nothing says 'sexy' like shredded flesh, *he mutters.* Are we even yet?

Wendy Berber: *blind she waits until it seems like.. yeah.. the man on her arm was talking to her.. and swallows.. blurting* um.. 6 weeks sir.

Joey Edwards: He blinks at Jocelyn's squeak. "Damien?" Taps his shoulder.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She grins right at Morgane as the girl looks her way, and raises her hand, fingers wiggling in a snerky little wave.

Joe Vellim: *Its an old trick, but it always seems to work. Keep them talkin'... relaxin'... but look for wounds and what not. Bright eyes continue to sweep across the girl, now and then a glance at her shoes. A spot for blood puddled in her sock.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She zips back, scooping up her forgotten back pack, and jogging back over to her group*

Damien Thiereaoux: *he gets questioned by joe and looks to him, shrugging gently* not over long sir, no.....an ifn y'got miss wendy heyah maybe not so many people helpin might be bettah help....*giving a half smile wendys way, letting her take the choice of letting go of damiens arm or no, he heads the squeak from joce and blinks, then notices joey* ey chere......didnt see you.....whats goin on?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I dunno...I might have to make you go see the new Harry Potter movie with me, so you can go all Rawr, Rawr on a theater full of annoying-ass 10 to 12-year-old children."

Joey Edwards: Damien: He grins. "I think I should ask you the same." He looks at everyone else, Wendy and Joe and Jocelyn...Reyna and Morgane over yonder...hey! He brightens and waves with enthusiasm at Joshua. "Hi," he says to the others nearby. "I'm Joey."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She falls in beside Damien, even if it means wiggling between him and Joey. Her eyes sweep over the newcomer again, taking in details*

Joey Edwards: ((And I'm being a nincompoop and not doing his accent.)) ~Backhills accent, not so much Southern as hillbilly.~

Joshua Coil: *He raises his hand to Joey in response.* Do I know him?

Wendy Berber: oh.. um.. kay.. *the man on the left arm didn't want to help anymore.. she moves her arm from his with a quiet* um. sorry..um. hi. *she's squinting at her feet*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She nibbles on her lower lip, ever so slightly, head bowing hearing the distinctly male voice, wow what a conversation they are having. She proceeds to walk away, keeping her head bowed.

Joe Vellim: Shuwah, bro, shuwah. *He nods affably to Damien, continuing to walk Wendy.*

Damien Thiereaoux: joe chere....had miss joce-lyn ovah othah night....she met.....macky an marky?*looking to jocelyn with a grin, hoping he remembered, beforelooking back to joey* helped me final name the kittens.....miss joce-lyn....this heyahs joey

Joey Edwards: Grins at Joshua, sort of figuring what he's wondering, maybe. "Ah'm the one what had Venus. The wolf."

Joey Edwards: Shy smile to Jocelyn, his dark green eyes warm. "Hi, Miss Jocelyn. It's nice ta meet ya."

Joshua Coil: Oh! *he says, his eyes widening.* Right. I'm sorry.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Grinning back at Damien, nodding. Her gaze goes back to Joey, giving him a smile a moment later* Hi.

Damien Thiereaoux: *blinking when she wriggles between him and joey, raising a brow behind the shades, he offers joey the other side thats free now*

Joshua Coil: *He snorts at that. He can't resist the image.* With my luck, they'd all think I was "cute."

Joey Edwards: Joshua: "No worries," he calls over. "Ah do the same thing all the time." Nods. Because it's true.

Joey Edwards: ((the other side that's free? *L* Not quite sure I got that, but I'll take a guess)) He moves over to the other side of Damien so they're not all packed up tight.

Wendy Berber: *and wendy walks away with joe, shrunk away from him.. .a little bit of a limp as she favors an ankle. if she had pride it'd be wounded too. she curls her hand into her sweater as the blurry stranger on hauling on her arm hauls her wherever he intends to haul her..a quiet* um. goodbye.. *lost in the expanse of the park*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, that's because you look so harmless and cuddly. Nothing says cute and cuddly like a big, angry man with enormous guns."

Joey Edwards: Jocelyn: "Ah wasn't home 'til late last night. Ah'm one of Damien's roommates."

Joshua Coil: *He arches an eyebrow.* Eddie's children seem to like me, for some weird reason. The little one keeps trying to feed me.

Joe Vellim: sa... wheah we goin, again? *Joe walks rather slowly, not one to be an ass or hurry her, and he seems right at home.*

Wendy Berber: ((alright. who's headed with wendy,a nd who's staying back in the park?)

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her head tilts a little, watching Wendy wander away*

Morgane Kristanovitch: She stops and looks around the park again, only raising her head slightly to accomplish this. A slight huff, she knew she forgot to ask someone something. She glances back to Reyna and Josh, wondering where in the heck everyone well, no never mind. She heads back towards Josh and Reyna. keeping her head bowed.

Damien Thiereaoux: *wendy walking off with joe alone now, jocelyn on one side of him, joey on the other, an arm around each happily, he gives both a squeeze* either y'all up t'anythin?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "And the problem? I thought you liked to eat." A glance tosses his way, with a slight chuckle.

Joey Edwards: He shrugs happily. "Shore. Ah'm done with muh class fer the night."

Joshua Coil: Well, yes, but I... *He pauses, and watches as Morgane approaches.*

Wendy Berber: um.. *she ducks her head and gives joe an address about 5 blocks away*

Jocelyn Pasqual: No... *Feeling decidedly ditched by Wendy, frowning a little before looking back up at Damien and flashing another smile* Not up to a thing.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks over as Morgane approaches, raising an eyebrow over her grin. "Something slinky this way comes," she murmurs to her companion.

Joey Edwards: He grins at Jocelyn when she says she's free, too.

Joe Vellim: damn.. *actual worry seeps through the calming concerned tone.* dat close, uh? *Jeeeezus.. shut UP Joe..* sa.. said 6 weeks- ya pegged Ahmish John's on foath feh de best sammiches yet?

Morgane Kristanovitch: She comes to a stop a few feet from Reyna and Josh keeping her head bowed still, and she is quiet.

Damien Thiereaoux: anyone want t'get somethin t'eat....go do somethin? my treat.....*looking between the two of them*

Joey Edwards: "His treat. We better take him up on the offer, Jocelyn, it might not come again." Smiles at Damien. "Jest kiddin'."

Joshua Coil: *He watches Morgane, and then he lowers his head slightly.* Ma'am.

Wendy Berber: um.. no sir.. *she shakes her head, wiping at some of the crunchy blood on her forehead*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She laughs, head shaking* Well how could I say no then? *Nodding a little* Sure. I'm up for whatever you guys want to do.

Morgane Kristanovitch: She glances up barely. russian accent. "Might I impose upon you to direct me t the park in central." She just hopes from there she will be able to figure out her way to the hotel.

Joe Vellim: Yeh, gahtta check dat place out.. good spot... lessee... *The organized and precise street map in the squat irishman's head isn't at its best tonight, but it will do to keep her within a few blocks of home, maybe.. least until she gets some mace.. nah... bettah like.. ~a~ mace, feh dis one..* Deah's also da cave, iff'n ya live heah in manhattan, if ya like nightspot stuff..

Damien Thiereaoux: heeeey....smartass...*giving joeys hip a light nudge with his own at the comment, he gives that crooked cheshire grin, looking between the two again* cmon now....Im payin,.y'all decide

Joey Edwards: "Great!" He looks over at Jocelyn happily, green eyes sparkling at the idea of time spent in her company. He's probably that way with everyone, but it still feels pretty good to be the target of that look.

Joey Edwards: "The lady kin decide where we go. Ah'm purty much hungry 'nuff ta et a whole consarn bear! Um, 'scuse the cussin', Miss Jocelyn."

Joey Edwards: ~Joey is not a native New Yorker.~ ((Stating the obvious. *G*))

Wendy Berber: um. kay *she nods, walking along with him*

Joshua Coil: I'd be careful, ma'am, *he says calmly.* There have been attacks around here.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Especially for her. She beams back at Joey, blushing just a bit, bottom lip chewed as she considers* I don't know where much is...

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Blinkin at Joey, seeming to have missed the cussing* Um. No problem?

Joe Vellim: ((g2 dt res))

Damien Thiereaoux: geeez guys......alright.....somewhere t'eat an coffee, or somewhere jes coffee, or home, or somewhere else?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks at Joshua, then over to Morgane. "Yeah, I think we can pooossibly direct you to Central..."

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod of her head. "Thank you for letting me know this." she says politly. she wonders if she got the other parks name incorrect or not.

Joey Edwards: "Somewhere's close." He grins. "Cuz ya ain't gonna fit all three of us on yore scooter." Yes, calls the motorcycle a scooter, the horror!

Morgane Kristanovitch: A nod to Reyna. "Thank you."

Joshua Coil: Escort? I should go, *he says quietly.*

Damien Thiereaoux: I knooow that chere...*chuckling as he gives a nip to joeys neck playfully, looking to jocelyn* cmon darlin..what whim y'in the mood for?

Joey Edwards: "Ah could drive it and put ya on the handlebars." He grins.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "C'mon, big guy. Let's take the nice lady to the park." She bumps her shoulder into Joshua's, and looks to Morgan. "You wanna walk five miles, or you mind a ride?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Blinking at them* Um. Just someplace close?

Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Reyna.* I should... really... go.

Joey Edwards: "Cafe 'cross the street. Battery Park Cafe."

Morgane Kristanovitch: That ammount of miles get's her attention, and she actually looks up supprised that she was that far away from where she needed to be. She bows her head slowely once more. "That is a distance I shall say. As long as it doesn't impose upon you, I shall accept." she says, oh yes living a bit on the dangerous side, but hey this was an adventure right?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks to Joshua. "You wanna go, hon, then that's fine. You want I should pick up the duct tape and catch ya later?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((DT rest then?))

Damien Thiereaoux: right then.......bout time*chuckling when someone makes a choice, he nods* shall we?

Joey Edwards: ((sure)) Heads off with them.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Bouncing off with the cute guys. Go her*

Joshua Coil: Yeah, probably a good idea. Same place as last time.

Damien Thiereaoux: *heading off between the two*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A'ight. Chinese food work, or you in the mood for something else?"

Morgane Kristanovitch: She remains silent glancing to them both ocasionally, listening to them talk.

Joshua Coil: Steak. Bloody as you can get it? *He perks up.* And coffee.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A raise of her eye brow, but it is back in place seconds later. No comment from the girl, she is as silent as a mouse.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You're on." She grins a little bit and claps Joshua on the shoulder. "See you there, hon. Don't start restraining yourself without me." A wink, and she moves to head off, gesutring with her head to Morgane. "C'mon, Bitchmobile's this way."

Joshua Coil: *He nods, and turns.* Be careful, okay? *he offers to the Coyote. Only nice words that will come out of his mouth. Before he walks away.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You too, hon." She watches Joshua walk off for a very long moment, then starts toward the van again.

Morgane Kristanovitch: A final glance to Josh before she heads off behind Reyna. Once she feels like Josh isn't going to hear her or see her she asks Reyna. "Pardon, what is a bitchmobile?"

Joshua Coil: *The drive is surprisingly quick. The path they took more maze-like, the scenic route, perhaps. The way back is far more direct. He seems relieved to get back.*

Joshua Coil: ((Gah! Wrong window!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "My van." She leads Morgane off to the Bitchmobile, and drives off to the Park.

Morgane Kristanovitch: Her submissive behavior is gone as she kept up with Reyna. "All right." and they head off to CP.