Thomas Judge: He looks around a black man gives him the finger and that devil's grin appears in response, he takes a seat by a wall, there was looking at one of them but even he knew you cannot start to much trouble round here or the 'East Side Massive' or whatever was popular slang for gangs these days would do a drive by on his ass.

Twitch: ~Shuffle shuffle......... shuffleshuffleshuffle....... The little robe moves, sticking close to buildings~

Thomas Judge: Another cough placed in the mouth, zippo coming up to light it, a gleam in his eye as the fire reflects there, and he closes it up taking two large drags before taking it from his mouth, smoke blowing from his nose.

Twitch: ~The little hood peers around, a pause in it's step~

Twitch: 9,9,7,8,

: ((Ooooooooo-PEN?))

Thomas Judge: ((YeeeeeeSSSSS, a street in uptown, pretty dodogy area :) ))

: ((Perfect. *G*))

Twitch: ((Yepyep))

Sasha: She travels down the street, hoody covering her usual outfit. The street whore is looking a little more bedraggled then she did last night, her face downcast as she takes a drag off her cigarette, hair in her face a little. She's still clean, though wearing the same clothes from last night. She idly plays with the silver chain around her neck as she walks along.

Twitch: ~A little squeal, and the shuffling turns into a bolt, straight at Tom~

Twitch: 7,3,9,3,4,

Sasha: 8,10,2,4,4,2,4,

Sasha: 6,

Sasha: She looks up at the squeal and run, noting the little thing booking along toward...oh. She gets a look on her face, as if she swallowed a mouthful of rancid milk, but doesn't care that she did, and she continues along her way.

Thomas Judge: 3,3,9,7,

Thomas Judge: Incoming, he catches the movement out of the corner of his eye, and his face darts to face the blur.

Sasha: Of course, 'along her way' is taking her right along the path of Cockney and Shrimp, but hey, what the fuck, right?

Twitch: TOMMYTOMMYTOMMY! ~Happy little squeal, and dive at him, arms up~

Twitch: 7,3,6,4,2,

Thomas Judge: A raised eyebrow, and Twitch doesn’t have to jump far, he is sat on some steps leading up to an apartment, not his mind you in fact he had no ideas who’s it was, it was just the place he decided to place his kingdom, a stroke of the hood “Evein pet” As he looks over to Sasha, yes he did notice her on the glance round

Sasha: Oh, fer Christ's sake...she pulls up short, giving a quick look around. Fairly empty street...not much else to go. Tricks is pullin' shit tonight. So she takes a lean on the wall nearby, eyes on the guy and the little thing in his lap, and takes a drag off her cigarette.

Twitch: ~Little arms wrap around Tom in a big hug~ Yew feewin bettew Tommy?

Thomas Judge: He leans into the hug whispering into the hood

Twitch: ~A little nod, and the hood comes up, and a kiss planted on his cheek~ I tawked tew Victew today. He'th home now. ~A glance around with beady little eyes, then back to Tom~

Twitch: 7,5,8,7,4,

Twitch: ((Woops, too many dice. Ignore that.))

Twitch: 6,5,9,3,

Sasha: "Careful," she says to Twitch with a bitter little smirk, unable to help herself. "Fucker might just stand by while you get your tiny ass gangbanged by a couple fuckholes. Here he's good at that."

Thomas Judge: He laughs hand slapping his leg “Ooohhh, sharp lass, pretty sharp” He smiles, letting the comment slide on by, she wasn’t worth it. He looks back to Twitch "how is the guy"

Sasha: "Yeah, I bet you think that is funny, you little shit," she mutters, before taking a drag off her smoke.

Twitch: ~The little hood turns to Sasha with a frown~ He wouldn't dew that. Not Tommy. ~Little arms tighten around Tom, beady little eyes turning back to him~ He'th doing ok. Gwad tew be away fwom ewA.

Thomas Judge: He looks to Sasha “Now, how about you get back to me when you find out how the fight started, you see a big German like Gun, you don’t start insulting his ass, especially not his woman like Mr Funny man. An that ain’t the whole tale but, well you have to earn that.” A devilish smile there.

Twitch: ~A perking. Big Germans? Gun?~ Ith yew tawking about Gunthew?

Sasha: She looks at Thomas, glaring. "Listen, Mr. Smiley. You may find a guy getting his fucking face rammed then dragged off to God knows what funny...maybe that's just the kinda sick fuck you are. probably torture puppies for fun, too. Me...hell, if my skinny ass coulda done somethin', I woulda. Least I fuckin' cared." She makes like she's about to flick another cigarette in his face, then thinks better of it...she's running low on smokes.

Thomas Judge: He shakes his head “I could’nt ‘ave taken ‘em, me an Gun ave thrown down before, so listen robin Sasha, you don’t preach to me about this shit, you want there when it started, actually if I remember rightly you just walked away when it was only a verbal argument, then you could have stepped in and helpped pet, but you got shot down, you didn’t try again did ya. You then come back and long and behold it is now somebody elses fault, if yer gonna blame me you can start sharing it.” All said a pretty normal tone, an eyebrow raised at the end and no, he is not smiling anymore, but he doesn’t look angry either.

Twitch: ~The little hood turns back and forth with the verbal debate, a frown etching across the little brow~ Did he hewt thomeone?

Thomas Judge: Tom nods to Twitch

Sasha: "Fuck you, Tommy-Boy." She practically spits it out. "When they were arguin', it was Sady and Gunther arguin'. They were beatin' on that poor guy together. So my walkin' away didn't change the fact that they ended up workin' as a team to beat that guy up. They made up in the end, happy couple fuckin' up some guy for life, however short that might be. So don't try to pin this on me. I got enough sins on my fuckin' plate. And you seemed ready to brawl, then not, then yes, then no." She shrugs. "Me? I think you're just a chickenshit."

Twitch: ~Another frown, the little hood turning back to Sasha~ Gunthew don't hewt no one without a weethon. Thtop bein tho mean.

Thomas Judge: He nods “Yeah, strange eh, what can I say am going through my own crisis at the moment Sasha, but it’s okay, lay it on.” He shrugs, what was it with whores and berating him, am thinking Jesus fucking slapped Magdalena’s ass down!

Sasha: "Don't hurt no one without a reason?" She snorts at Twitch. "My ass he don't." The last drag of the cigarette is smoked, and she flicks the butt out into the street.

Twitch: ~Tensing. Yesyes, tensing. Little hands pulling from around Tom's shoulders, and a little wiggling as Twitch tries to get up~ He ithn't wike that. Yew ith jutht mean.

Thomas Judge: He looks to Sasha “So I made a bad call last night, got the fear, the doubt, the shakes, we ‘ave all been there pet, your cig, the eye” He points to his eye “The guy is alright, I stepped into late to stop him getting his beats true, but he did ask for it and he wasn’t worth my ass, but he is safe now.” He looks to the sky “It easy to say your chicken to someone else when they may have the power to stop it, but if you were in my shoes, and I mean in them, deep where all them doubts and fears rush at you. I think you would have stalled too.” He pulls out a cough “I’am sorry if you don’t like it pet, can’t say am too proud of it meself but fear will take everyone at somepoint, but what is done is done”

Sasha: "Yeah, whatever. You don't know shit." She looks at the little thing. "I guess you're right, I ain't seen him fuck people up for no reason before. Guess I was jus' seein' shit, huh? Hallucinatin'." She doesn't seem to mean what she's saying. Big surprise there, eh?

: (open scene?)

Thomas Judge: ((open away, street in uptown, dodgy area. *s*))

Twitch: ((Yep))

Sasha: ((Yep!))

Twitch: Gueth yew wewe. Yew thtop bad tawkin Tommy too mean wady. ~Wiggles down from Tom's lap and plants little fists on hips, or what should be hips under the robe, beady little eyes glaring at Sasha~

Sasha: "Yeah. You sound sorry." She shakes her head. "People like you don't get sorry. You say you are, but you don't really end up sorry. All jokes and laughs and grins. Ha fuckin' ha. Sorry, Brit-Boy, but you can't be laughin' one minute and sorry the next. Sasha done seen that shit before. S'called insincerity. So go fuck herself with the German's dick." She sneers, flipping him the bird, then turning to start to head off.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: A cab pulls up to the area. After paying a wide eyed girl steps from the vehicle.. looking far too excited to be in such a shady area. The first thing you'll notice about Alyssa is her rich olive skintone that holds a certain softness about the girl. Her eyes are a deep brown, lashes thick and dark giving the air of heavy makeup though you'll never catch the girl wearing any. He dark hair is cropped to just above her shoulders, holding a natural wave that outlines her sharp european cheekbones, accenting her beauty. She dresses in simple garments, generally natural fibers and earthy tones to accent her features. She is average height, roughly five foot six inches, weighing about 115. Despite her small stature, she give the air of strength and a willingness to fight for what she believes in.

Thomas Judge: He reaches out to twitches shoulder "Leave 'er be pet, she ain’t worth it.” Eyes look to Sasha “you suddenly grown moral fiber, that’s some diet, cry me a river and sit down and get over it or fuck off” He blows smoke into the air

Sasha: "Always had it, Shit-On-Dick. Just startin' to remember where it is."

Twitch: ~The little robe starts to take off after Sasha, growling. But Tom's hand catches it's attention, the hood snapping back around~ Wet me go! I wanna go kick hew in the ankew!

Thomas Judge: He shrugs, last night had been a bad one, he was full of indecision, the dreams, the trip, seeing humanity so low. He had moved on a little now, he lets her go, pointless getting angry with her, after all so was only human.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa looks around with a proud smile, warm. She adjusts the heavy pack on her shoulder and strides carelessly down the sidewalk toward the group. She peers at a streetsign with a tiny giggle.

Thomas Judge: "Twitch, don't, it don't matter, it's only words" His eyes flick up however at the beauty that has just stepped onto the street, a raised eyebrow, he did have a thing for europeans. He remembers to keep his hand on Twitch though, gentle now so if she really wanted she could run after her.

Sasha: 4,4,4,8,6,8,8,

Sasha: She glances over at Alyssa as she walks down the street, sizing her up, almost like one would an enemy. She's surprised to find she's actually shaking a little bit, and a couple tears have collected in the corners of her eyes. God, she didn't mean to be this pissed...didn't wanna be. But she was, and it didn't even make sense to her as to why.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She peers down the way with a warm smile to Thomas, making a bouncing advance on the man. "Man.. Do you know where I might aquire a slab of flesh at this hour.. I'm horribly lost."

Twitch: ~Little shoulders slump, but the robe makes no move to yank away from Tom. Turning, and climbing back up into Tom's lap instead, and wrapping little arms around him~

Alyssa Kostapoulos: When Sasha looks her way, she received a friendly wave. Wow. These New Yorkers were nicer than her family said they'd be.

Sasha: A slab of flesh. That causes a surprised laugh...more surprised because of how nasty it is. She shakes her head and continues down the street.

Thomas Judge: “A slab of flesh pet, am hoping that is yer local slang for a some grub or this ain’t gonna end pretty” He looks down the street “There is a dinner down there luv but ad be careful, ain’t the safest streets to be in.” A ink and that cockney charmer gets thrown her way, she’s a bouncer!

Twitch: ~The hood turns to Alyssa, beady little eyes blinking a few times~

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks at him with an excited smile "No no.. A diner won't do. I need uncooked meat." She shakes her head with a tiny giggle "How do you expect me to pay proper homage to Hermes with meat that's already been cooked, silly?" She blinks wideeyed up to Tom. He's cute.. for a barbarian.

Thomas Judge: 5,7,2,4,

Twitch: ~Sloooooowwwwwwwwwwwly looking back to Tom, then to Alyssa. blinkblinkblink........~

Thomas Judge: “So you wanna pay yer respects to he messenger of the gods pet.” He scratches the back of his head “Don’t think there is any late night butchers am afraid, if yer lucky you may find a dead rat in the alleys but I don’t think that is what Hermes would like, unless it was a cheetah perhaps?”

Thomas Judge: He strokes Twitchs head, or should I say the robe that is Twitches head

Sasha: And gone, out of view the angry little whore is. ((Thanks for the scene, guys. *G*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She blinks over to the alley with an excited grin. So what's where they're keeping the rodents. Excellent. No.. certainly it was safe. She gives tom a happy wave and trundles off for the deepest darkest alley she comes to.

Thomas Judge: ((thanks you Rav man, I love that little whore of yours, fat lot of good she is gonna do me with all that moral fiber! I needed her to be the drug whore to find Ammon *lol*))

Sasha: ((Blame Micah for that one. *S*))

Twitch: ~Curls into Tom, burrowing a tiny face into his shoulder, which quite likely is getting him poked~

Twitch: ((~LOL~))

Thomas Judge: He watches her eyes wide, this was like being on Silkie watch! He jumps up “I’d watch ‘yerself down there pet it ain’t safe, look you ain’t from around ‘ere are ya luv” He moves into the alleyway still holding Twitch, he can't have her getting stab, she was hot!