Micah Carrington: The slim, petite young man glides quietly down the street, his eyes alert, watching the signs on the shops as he passes them, looking for just the right place. He's dressed in a pair of faded and worn jeans, sliced up at the knees and a black mesh shirt beneath his open, ground sweeping trench coat. A clove dangles from his full lips, smoke curling into the air.

Micah Carrington: Taking one last drag, he strips the cherry from the cigarette and tucks the butt into his pocket, holding the smoke in his lungs as long as he can before exhaling and stepping into the most promising looking of the shops.

Snow: The clouds hang heavy in the air, the threat of rain evident. This is the part of town most people tend not to come to, skirting around it if they can help it. The shops are run down, windows are unwashed. The normal street hustlers around. Gang bangers hanging out on front stoops. People hanging out in the shop doors. The whole area screams of the even lower and dirtier side of life.

Micah Carrington: He rolls his shoulders as he strides towards the counter, his steps light, graceful. "Sup, ese? I need some shit."

Snow: There is no bell, and sigarette smoke hangs heave in the air of this shop. The displays of the small shop are not washed down, they look as unclean as the neighborhood. There is a big hulky man Watching sports on a small tv.

Snow: The guy looks over barely moving his head, which is propped up on his hand. Elbow on the counter. He looks Micah over, and then looks back to his game. "What you looking for?"

Micah Carrington: "A knife. Something small and light. I also wanna order one made custom if you do that."

Snow: He moves his hand long enough to wave as the counter displaying knives, before proping his head back up again. "Nope, ain't in a catalogue then I do not carry it."

Micah Carrington: "Who does," he asks, peering into the case, his fingers moving over the glass as he takes his time, studying each knife in turn.

Snow: There is a good supply of knives, most anything that can come in a catalogue. He shrugs. "Dunno, one of dem fancy smancy shops might order through peeps dat make em."

Micah Carrington: He snorts softly and taps the glass. "This one," he says, pointing to a small, black handled blade.

Snow: The guy sighs, like Micah is really interrupting his day. He moves over, pulls the keys from his pocket and openes the case. moving his hand over to the knife that Micah wants. "Dis one?" he looks up at Micah to be sure.

Micah Carrington: "And the larger one below it, ese."

Snow: The guy sqints at Micah. He grabs them both. "You want these gift wrapped too." it is definatly a scarcastic comment. He walks over to the register. "49.83." he says. He moves and grabs the boxes for them. putting them inside, putting them in a brown paper bag. Yeah no advertizing there, that costs too much.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's across the street from the knife shop, working a deal with a couple kids. The Coyote girl may have a place to live again, but she has to make ends meet. A dimebag is slipped over to the kids, and cash is slipped back. She's dressed in her ever-present duster, the tank top, and her leather pants, with the steel-toed shit kickers on her feet.

Micah Carrington: Micah snorts softly and pulls cash from his front pocket. He tosses a fifty at the guy and then proceeds to unwrap the knives. He pulls the smaller one from its sheath and a slow, wicked smile curls his lips. "Perfect." He tucks that into the deep inside pocket of ihs trench. He undoes his belt and slides the other onto it, back by his left ass cheek, near his gun but not in the way should he need to draw it.

Snow: The guy doesn;t even raise an eyebrow, taking the cash and sliding the change over as soon as he makes sure the fifty is real. Then he moves back to his seat chin resting on his hand, eblow back on the dingy counter. Smoke picked up and then put out as another one is lit.

Micah Carrington: Snorting, Micah moves out of the shop, shaking a fresh clove to his lips as he goes. He tucks the pack away and lights up, smiling as the scent adds to the tension in his slim frame.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alertness: 8,5,3,5,2,7,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks up, her deal with the kids done, and...wait a minute. Her eyes narrow as she spots Micah. Quietly, she slips back into the alleyway, keeping an eye on the little shit.

Snow: ((If either one of you wanna roll Per+alertness to see one another go for it)) Micah doesn;t even get a good by from the guy, why should he say it when he doesn;t even care, Micah interrupted his game.

Micah Carrington: d10: per+alert: 6,2,2,9,

Micah Carrington: He catches the edge of Reyna's coat and shakes his head, eyes lingering on the kids before he moves on, looking for something very particular...Something special.

Snow: You two notice each other. Also of note is that there is several people in your guyses general vecinity. Another person is headded Reyna's way looks like he wants to score as well. And there is some guys who are looking as if Micah is fresh meat and thoughts of how much Micah might be carrying on him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Once in the alleyway, she looks around, making sure it's empty, before she calls upon Coyote to grant her Predator-Stealth.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Blur of Milky Eye-WP: 3,7,6,9,6,4,

Micah Carrington: The kid walks without fear, his delicate chin up, his green eyes narrowed and hungry behind the lenses of his silver framed spectacles.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Predator-Stealth activated, she slips from the alleyway, stealthily following Micah through the streets.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Stealth: 2,7,9,3,3,8,

Snow: One of them pushes off from the entrance of a store that has been closed. with a tilt of his chin, a silent asking what's up. "'Sup." a sneer to Micah. "Anythin' you want I can get for you, for a price." although he says this his eyes and demeanor speak of something else.

Snow: And damn if the guy looking for Reyna doesn;t end up scratching his head, he must be trippin'.

Micah Carrington: Micah studies the guy quietly, his head canting to the side and he smirks slowly, stepping towards him. "Idon't think you're quite what I'm looking for."

Snow: The guy unimpressed is soon joined by his two other friends. "But you, are what we are looking for." a grins.

Micah Carrington: He sighs softly and steps back, his grin becoming wicked, almost manic.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She slips up close to Micah and the three, staying hidden. She quietly pulls Harry and Brock from their hiding places, but makes no move to use them as of yet. She wants to see how this is going to play out.

Snow: The guy and his buddies take a step forwardhim. "You play it nice and hand over your wallet, and we won't be messing you up."

Snow: d10: Manip Intimidation: 3,5,10,6,6,

Snow: ((This can be resisted by a willpower roll))

Micah Carrington: His jaw tenses, fear mixing with that hot hunger in his eyes. He eases his hand towars his back pocket, careful not to move the coat too much. Wouldn't do to have them see what he's reaching for.

Micah Carrington: d10: wp: 9,2,1,7,3,

Micah Carrington: He licks his lips and changes his mind, reaching for his cash instead of his gun, slim frame shaking. He pulls about a hundred and fifty from his pocket.

Snow: They move in a semi circle to surround Micah. One of them snickers.

Snow: "The watch too, ese." says the leader of the three. One of the others grabs the money from Micah.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans against the wall, a gun in each hand. Could she stop this? Yes. But she really doesn't want to. Not yet, at least.

Micah Carrington: He pulls it from his wrist, tears threatening as he holds it out, hand shaking.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Wait...change of plans. She grins and looks around, finding a nearby car. She moves to it, dropping to her belly and rolling underneath. And the guns get aimed at two of the hoods.

Snow: The other guy snickers as he grabs it from Micah's hand. The leader smerks. "We will remember you." he says. A hand moves out to push Micah to the ground.

Micah Carrington: d10: dex+dodge: 9,8,2,4,8,

Snow: d10: Dex+brawl: 4,5,7,1,5,

Micah Carrington: He steps back gracefully, moving as the man goes to push him.

Snow: Or not, As Micah moves Right out of the way.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And now, it's go time. ((Split die pools, three shots. Two from Harry, one from Brock. One shot to each punk. WP to last shot.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+FA: 5,7,2,7,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+FA: 2,7,7,2,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+FA (WP): 3,6,4,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage Harry: 3,5,9,2,5,1,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage Harry: 2,6,4,3,8,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage Brock: 6,4,7,6,9,

Micah Carrington: Micah drops to the ground in a crouch as the gunshots go off, his chin tucking to his chest, heart hammering in his throat.

Snow: As Micah moves out of the way it throws off the guy shoving him, which throws off the first shot from Reyna, Just grazing the guys side, putting a nice new hole in his jacket, with a yelp. The other two bruisers one get's shot in the back and spins with the force of the bullet, falling to the ground, the other guy takes it in his stomach and doubbles over falling to his knees and then to the ground.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Initiative: 5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Init 11))

Snow: ((Roll init, this might not be for combat purposes thought))

Micah Carrington: "Oh, Jesus fuck," he mutters, standing slowly, tongue flicking across his lips at the sight of the blood, breath catching.

Snow: ((Roll init, this might not be for combat purposes thought))

Micah Carrington: "Oh, Jesus fuck," he mutters, standing slowly, tongue flicking across his lips at the sight of the blood, breath catching.

Micah Carrington: d10: initiative: 8,

Micah Carrington: ((14))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Snow's computer rebooted; give her a few))

Micah Carrington: ((kay!))

Snow: d10: Init: 2,

Snow: ((Okay so, what are you guys doing?))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She activates Predator-Stealth again, rolling back under the car.

Micah Carrington: Micah's surveying the carnage, his pale cheeks flushing, eyes shining as certain parts of his anatomy stand up at attention.

Snow: The only guys still standing takes off for cover, As does a few other people in the area, due to the gun fire. Which is a normal part of life here, they duck and when they feel it is safe, they come out of hidding.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Blur of Milky Eye-WP: 6,2,8,1,1,3,

Micah Carrington: Snorting softly he steps away from the bodies, hand dropping to adjust himself as he moves on.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She rolls out from the other side of the car, and gets up, frowning. She doesn't seem to be as invisible as she was before...so she tries again before following the kin.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Milky Eye: 5,10,7,2,4,4,

Micah Carrington: His eyes flick from face to face as he walks down the street, lingering now and then on the younger of the street walkers before moving on.

Snow: The two others are moaning or groaning in pain. Or have passed out from the pain.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Better, at least. She slides the guns back into their holsters and walks on, ignoring bleeding Dumb and Dumber. She keeps sneaky-like as she follows Micah, her attention focused on him, a snarky little grin on her hidden face.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She does, however, stop to pick up Micah's cash and his watch.

Snow: Right now most of the people have ducked and taken cover. ((Roll a perception investigation))((And for clarifications sake, the two guys on the ground one has the money and one has the watch, the other guy the leader is long gone))

Micah Carrington: Funny that. He forgot all about them in the fresh wash of lust.

Micah Carrington: d10: per+inv: 1,2,9,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Investigation: 3,6,3,8,

Snow: Nothing seems to be catching his eye, or he just isn;t seeing anyone that catches his eye. Maybe another street over?

Snow: Reyna notes that Micah is looking form something, obviously not seeing whatever he is searching for.

Micah Carrington: Growling in frustration, hand dropping to stroke himself, he slides into the nearest alley, moving towards the next street.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Oh, for Christ's sake...she shakes her head, suppressing a chuckle, as she watches Micah try to get himself off, and follows him into the alleyway, about fifteen feet behind him.

Micah Carrington: His hand falls away, shoulders rolling as he tries to smooth his steps and wipe the hungry, feral look from his face.

Snow: Hardely anyone in the alley pays Micah much note. And of course Reyna is paid no attention at all. New street, and people actually out and around, they must have not gotten the note about the gunshots.

Micah Carrington: The wide, green eyes flick left and right as he walks slowly down the street. "C'mon...c'mon," he mutters softly.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Just how she wants it. She keeps close to Micah, trying to get an idea of what he's looking for. Damn well better not be what she thinks it is.

Snow: Several women call out to Micah, saying this one or that one can take care of him. ((Micah roll another per+investigation))

Micah Carrington: d10: : 8,8,3,

Snow: And there he see's what he is looking for up ahead. Sitting next to some steps of a rundown building. Huddled, his brown eyes, showing fear, and hunger. Definatly dirty, the recent rains not having done anything for keeping him clean. Dirty ratty clothes, thin.

Micah Carrington: His tongue flicks over his lips and he slows his steps, approaching the boy slowly, his smile almost gentle. "Hey," he says.

Snow: The boy tentativly looks up, a corak of a "hi." tumbling from his lips. He hugs his knees to his chest a bit tighter.

Micah Carrington: He crouches, the coat flaring out his lean legs. One hand lifts to brush very gently against the boy's cheek.

Micah Carrington: (flaring out around his lean legs)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans against a wall nearby, just out of the way so she's not noticed, watching.

Snow: The boy moves away shoulders hunching and presseing back agaisnt the wall. "Watcha want?" his eyes darting around.

Micah Carrington: "Let me take you somewhere warm. You can get cleaned up. Eat," he says softly. "We can discuss the rest later..."

Snow: It is obvious he is tentative. "Fifty now." he says. yes he wants to be paid before he goes anywhere with anyone. his eyesa still darting around.

Micah Carrington: "Fifty at the hotel," he counters, voice gentle. "I'm not going to hurt you hon...You need food, a bath...Rest."

Micah Carrington: d10: Manip+Sub: 9,10,6,3,8,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shakes her head. She's seen enough...she knows he's stalking. She pulls her guns and walks up directly behind Micah, still stealthy up to this point.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Stealth: 8,9,1,6,5,2,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((guns=gun. One gun. Harry.))

Snow: He hesitates, seeming to be thinking. "Place around the corner." voice still tentative, trying to keep the fear out of it, but he is hungry and he could get food for a week on that alone.

Micah Carrington: "Sure," he says softly, standing slowly, offering one slim, soft hand to the boy.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The gun is raised to the back of Micah's head. She pulls out Micah's $150 and his watch and tosses it over Micah's shoulder, to land in front of the boy, braking the Predator-Stealth.

Micah Carrington: He stiffens as the money lands at the boy's feet and begins to turn slowly, hand dropping to his side.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Don't move, child rapist." Her voice is tinged with amusement and malice as she says it.

Snow: The boy starts to reach out his hand to stand, see's the money and watch fall from over Micah's shoulder. His eyes widden, and he grabs up what he can to try and book it on his shaky legs.

Micah Carrington: "Reyna..." He hisses her name, lips peeling from his teeth in a soft snarl, cheeks flushing with shame as she calls him that.

Snow: d10: Dex+Ath: 9,7,5,1,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Take the cash and the watch, kid," she calls to the kid. "You buy meth with it, I'll find you and shoot you. Have a nice fuckin' day."

Snow: The boy isn;t all THAT quick, but he manages to skitter away enough if a shot is fired.

Snow: And with that announcement from the gun lady, he puts a bit more effort in running away.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Drop your weapons on the ground in front of you, then on your knees, Carrington. Now. Hands behind your back, at your waist."

Snow: d10: dex+ath(WP): 7,5,9,5,

Micah Carrington: "What are you gonna do Reyna," he asks softly. "I've done jack shit," he murmurs, pulling the big knife and glock and dropping them.

Snow: The 13 year old kid runs as if the hounds of hell are at his feet. Skittering into another place to hide.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Intent is nine-tenths of the law. In my book, it's eleven-tenths. Faster."

Micah Carrington: He snarls and drops to his knees, crossing his wrists behind his back. He moves gracefully, settling into the requested position. Oh how the slavers must have loved him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The barrel is placed against the top of Micah's head. "So, do you think anyone here's going to give a shit if I shoot you? You think anyone's ever going to even find your body?" She says it conversationally. A thumb pulls the hammer back.

Micah Carrington: He laughs softly at that, almost hysterically. "No..." A pause as he sucks in a breath. "Do it..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You have one fucking chance. Right now. To convince me why I shouldn't. One minute...go."

Micah Carrington: "Do it!" He almost screams the words, the sound choking in his throat.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Her expression just kind of...loses all it's warmth. All the amusement. Just cold malice from the Coyote Girl. She puts her finger on the trigger, and squeezes.



With the gun angled fifteen degrees away from Micah's head. Then she brings the handle down on the kin's skull. Hard.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Brawl (WP): 4,8,9,2,10,5,

Micah Carrington: He jumps as the gun goes off, pissing himself and then crumples with a groan.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Specialty: Lithe: 8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage: 2,10,4,10,5,4,7,

Micah Carrington: d10: sta: 9,9,

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Micah Carrington: ((ignore that roll!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She reaches down and scoops Micah up, hoisting him onto her shoulder. A scowl, and she drags him to the Bitchmobile, a block away.

Micah Carrington: He's not that heavy, but the limp fall of his body is likely rather awkward and he likely doesn't smell very good just now having litterally had the piss scared out of him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Ahh, and the Glock and big knife are picked up and put in her ternch. She opens the side door to the Bitchmobile and literally throws him inside, then follows in.

Micah Carrington: He tumbles like a ragdoll into the van, groaning softly. Its amazing how someone who looks so innocent, so delicate, can be capable of the things Reyna's quite sure he was going to do.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She moves into the back and reaches over, grabbing the restraints. See, knowing Trevor had it's advantages. She locks the restraints on him, humming lightly as she does so.

Micah Carrington: His body moves pliantly into whatever position she puts him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: He's restrained tightly, hands behind his back, feet restrained, and an attaching lock binding him into hog-tied position. He's laid face down on the cot. She gets out of the back, shutting the door, then moves around to the driver's side door. In she slides, and she starts the thing up, driving off.

Micah Carrington: Well, its not comfortable and the kin is likely to wake up just about screaming, but it does serve to keep him imobile.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And off she drives. She's heading toward Harlem.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The stereo plays "If It All Ended Tomorrow" by John Cena as she drives along, keeping an eye on the kin in the rear-view mirror.

Micah Carrington: He groans softly, body jostled by the drive, green eyes fluttering as he struggles towards consciousness.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's dead silent on the entire drive. She pulls up to an empty warehouse in Harlem, and kills the engine.

Micah Carrington: Micah shudders softly and a sob tears from his throat as he writhes against the cot. "no no no..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She slides out of the van and moves to the side door, opening it up and stepping inside. She grabs the middle restraint, hoisting Micah up by it, and onto her shoulder. She carries him to the warehouse, opening the door and stepping inside.

Micah Carrington: He relaxes seeing Reyna, but only just, moaning as she jostles him onto her shoulder, his body contorted uncomfortably.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She pretty well just drops him on the concrete floor, in the center of the room. She kneels down and unlocks the restraint hog-tying him, but leaves the hand and leg restraints on.

Micah Carrington: He grunts, the breath knocked from him as he's dropped. Once he's unlocked he stretches slowly, rising onto his knees, feet together, his knees sliding apart as he tries to get comfortable. He shakes his head slowly, trying to stop the ringing in his ears.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes about five steps away and then pulls out Harry once more, dropping to a squat. She stares at Micah for a long moment, the expression on her face absolutely alien. It's just...completely cold. No emotion. Not sadness, not anger, not happiness...and not a single trace of amusement. Her eyes look like they befit a python more then a coyote, as she looks him over, head cocked slightly to the side.

Micah Carrington: Groggily, he lifts his head, meeting her eyes, his own terrified...sad...disgusted though the latter is turned inward. "Why? Why didn't you just kill me," he asks softly.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I don't know," she says, her brow furrowing slightly. "Maybe you wanted it too much. Maybe I didn't want to make the street sweepers have to clean brains off the sidewalk." She shrugs, that same blank look on her face...absolutely creepy.

Micah Carrington: "not much to clean," he whispers, settling his weight on his heels, brow furrowing as he notes the dampness of his jeans. "I would have hurt the boy...Not killed him, but hurt him..." He sighs softly. "Maybe it would have gotten him off the streets..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You would have raped him and cut him, and in 6 years, I'd be killing him in the middle of the street, too."

Micah Carrington: "Not all of the boys...not all of the whores, no matter what was done turn into me, Reyna..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Explain to me, Micah," she says, softly, "how that tranlates into you thinking you can sexually brutalize them, and better their station in live by it? I'd really like to know the answer to this."

Micah Carrington: "Who do you think taught me that? Who do you think taught me that fear and pain bring change," he asks softly, staring at her, tears welling in his eyes. "Who taught me that...and then left me?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You see, before, in Battery Park, it was, 'I wasn't going to do anything, I was just going to watch.' Now, it's 'I wasn't going to kill him, I was just going to hurt him. Maybe it would have gotten him off the streets.' What's next?"

When Micah says that, her eyes get...hard. She stares at him, lip curling. "Left...YOU?"

Micah Carrington: "Bitter much," he asks softly, tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You...fucking..." She she starts shaking a little bit. "What...you fucking..." The witty one is literally unable to speak, as she stares at him.

Micah Carrington: "He was the closest thing to a real father I had...all the sexual tension aside," he murmurs. "It got so that I didn't know how to function without him...I lived to do what he wanted me to...To take care of his house. To learn to shoot and drive and read because it made him happy. I went with him and learned to ride a horse because it made him smile,a fterwards..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You...you had everything...a good man, an amazing man, who...loved you. People who would do anything...ANYTHING...to help you." Her fingers clench and unclench. "You had trauma...join the fucking club. You got raped? I GOT SKINNED. And I had part of a man's heart. PART of it. You had it all...I had NOTHING. You...rode horses with him. Took care of his house. Angelia...that was his true love. Sonja...that fucking TECHNOCRAT BITCH...had him. I had SHIT!!"

Micah Carrington: He flinches, shoulders hunching, a sob tearing from his throat at the pain in her voice...at the truth of her words.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I was so FUCKING important, that everyone in this retarded, sick motherfucking CITY knew he was Dawit before me. I knew when he said GOODBYE." She's locked on his eyes, trembling horrendously. "I meant...NOTHING. I was an afterthought."

Micah Carrington: "I'm sorry," he whispers, voice thick as he lifts his eyes to her face. "I'm sorry."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, you're not." She shakes her head. "Shut up. SHUT. UP." She raises her hand, Colt Anaconda held in it, as if she was about to bring it down on Micah, just to stop the apology from spilling forth from the kin's mouth.

Micah Carrington: "I'm sorry he hurt you...I'm sorry I hurt Joshie...But don't hate me because they loved me...That's not my fault." He draws a ragged breath and leans towards her. "I'm nothing, Reyna...They saw in me what they wanted to see...Only Trevor ever even came close to knowing me...And that was when I was cutting the tattoo from Dawit's chest..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You're going to become him. You're going to turn into some kind of fucking sadistic monster, who thinks hurting people is how you express love." She sneers. "And I will NOT let you put anyone through what I went through...what everyone in this fucking city went through. I won't let you destroy people's lives, you sick fuck. I won't let you find someone to use to keep you stable, while you go around brutalizing everything else around you."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She freezes. "Cutting the tattoo from..." She blinks, staring at him, dusky skin going dead pale.

Micah Carrington: He laughs shakily but its a sad, soft sound as he doubles over his knees, forehead pressing to the cold concrete. "I was so fucked up...The dreams..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She reaches up, her hand coming her her breastbone, and resting there. Another tattoo cut from the chest of a man... "What did you do, Micah..." She asks it...no, demands it...quietly, hoarsely.

Micah Carrington: "I wanted Dawit...Just like Trevor...it was so confusing...he was aroused, always fucking aroused when I was around!" He sobs. "I tried to seduce him...and then...it wasn't Dawit...It was trevor and we went into the back cabin and I bound him...and...I...for days, Reyna...I tortured him...Played with him. He loved it...and at night I had these dreams. They were so real...And then one morning I woke up and it wasn't Trevor or Dawit..." He draws a ragged, shaking breath. "It wasn't either of them..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Shut up." She shakes her head, not wanting to hear it. "Shut up, Micah."

Micah Carrington: "I wanted Trevor back! He promised I could have him back!"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Everything she suffered for...everything she begged and laughed and pleaded and smiled and cried and bled and talked and fucked for...it was all undone. It was all pointless. Everything she had done was usless. She covers her ears, the gun still held in one hand, shaking her head. "Micah, please..."

Micah Carrington: He sobs softly, shoulders shaking. "it was all a lie...and I can't stop Reyna...I can't...I don't wanna hurt Aerin...Oh, Gaia, Aerin...."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "SHUT UP!" She screams it, and brings the handle of the gun downward, toward Micah's face.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Brawl: 9,9,9,3,8,7,

Micah Carrington: He watches the gun coming and doesn't move, Aerin's name on his lips as an almost peace slides into his eyes.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage: 7,7,10,6,8,8,6,2,8,

Snow: ((*Blinks eyes wide*))

Judas: ((Holy Shit! and vainshes))

Micah Carrington: Micah's jaw and the right side of his face almost explodes, the bones shattering, his flesh erupting like overripe fruit. His head whips to the side with an audible crack, body hanging, motionless, upright, for handfull of heartbeats before he spills to the ground.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's insensible. She just keeps hitting. And hitting. And hitting. And hitting. And hitting. She's shouting, yelling, screaming even, alternating between Spanish, English, and just incoherant babble. She doesn't likely realize he died on the first shot...she doesn't likely even realize he's dead.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Finally, after a good couple of minutes, she just kind of...collapses there, next to the body. Shaking, sobbing. She curls into a ball, a blood and gore-covered arm covering her head.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Slowly, realization dawns, and she raises her head from the concrete, looking at the mess of what she's done. She stares at Micah, blinking several times. Her expression is blank, as she stands and looks around. Something to cover...something...she moves out to the Bitchmobile, going inside of it. Where is it...

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Fuck it. She pulls out a couple bottles of alcohol, bringing them into the warehouse. She uncaps the bottles and pours them over the body, staring at it as she does. That was a person. One she didn't really intend to kill...maybe? Did she? She's not sure anymore, as she empties the containers on him.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She holds the bottles, and looks down at the body. Fingerprints should be easily dissolved, not. None of the blood is hers...she should be good. She reaches for Harry, picking it up, and stumbles her way to the Bitchmobile.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She gets in the driver's seat and shuts the door...the bottles get tossed in the back. This would be the worst time in the world to get pulled over...she starts up the van, and pulls away from the warehouse.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And home she heads.