Sasha: This is what youth looks like
when it's been tossed into a blender and set to "puree." Dressed in a dingy
white T-Shirt with a picture of a pixie on it that's tied into a knot a few
inches above the waist, a pair of worn jeans, and an old pair of sneakers, the
young woman is very much a child of the streets. She can't be much older then
the mid-20's, and her black hair, stringy and a little knotted, frames a
youthful face that projects a simultaneous world-weary cynicism and innocent
flirtatiousness. Her eyeliner is a bit heavy, circling blue eyes slightly dulled
by years on the streets.
Abbey Randelle: *cold. white. bitchy.
albino. carrying a long satin case on her back. looking disinterested. you get
the gist*
Alice: grabs green
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther makes a heavy
tromp into the carnival, hoping to finally make some cash this evening.. it's
getting serious.. he's almost out of beer. The man is tall, stout, and quite
obviously German. His head is entirely cleanshaven and marred with seemingly
random scratches and scars, face set off by hard blue eyes. He isn't TOO ugly..
but he's certainly more than a bit rough around the edges. He wears a long
sleeved dark red tee over heavy black wideleg jeans, heavy combat boots.
Alice: ((I always wonder if the shirt is
knotted or the pixie? *g*))
Sasha: She's out for a little cash
herself, as she walks her way along the carnival, refry cigarette hanging
between her lips. She walks by a ring toss machine, smirking at the people
trying futilely to win a stuffed bear.
Sasha: ((The shirt. *G*))
Alice: ((Can so empathize with Gunther and
being almost out of beer.))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: On his way past,
Gunther sneers at the nearest carnie.. a man trying desparately to get him to
step right up and try his luck.. Gunther mumbles to himself in German..
irritated that he even bothered to come to such a place.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((that's nothin.. i've
not been allowed such pleasures since before halloween! *G* But I DID get a baby
out of the deal..))
Abbey Randelle: *contortionist. pah.
flyers were quite incorrect. Abbey went through more elaborate yoga poses then
that charleton. she slides like a ghost through the crowd, treading on
those dirty masses not intelligent enough to acknowledge her Obvious
superiority, and get out of her way, ugh. sneering skin head. out of my way*
Alice: ((That's so you don't lactate
beer. Otherwise drooling men would hunt you down and lock you in a
refrigerator.))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: When Abbey slips past,
Gunther gives a tiny snarl.. the fuck is THAT.. His curiosity and ignorance get
the better of him "The fuck happened ta you, slut.. Someone throw your tiny ass
in some bleach er somehin?"
Sasha: ((Okay, Alive ties Chumble for
quote of the Day))
Sasha: ((Alice))
Sasha:
9,7,7,9,1,6,5,
Sasha: She glances her way over as she
hears Gunther's voice, grinning a little. At least he can insult well.
Alice: ((Heh, be brave. Quote us both!
*G*))
Abbey Randelle: *she'd stopped at a small
stand of "authentic" silver jewelry, a snow white eyebrow darting up. oh. the
masses were speaking. how unpleasant. her chin lifts* DO mind your tongue please
sir. *its murmered oh so politely.. were it not for the look of someone who is
in fact.. not apologizing. grey eyes flicker over him*
Alice: A red convertible Mustang, that's
'give-me-a-ticket-red' pulls into the lot, with a screech, throwing gravel.
Sasha: She keeps her eyes on them, moving
a little to get a better view. Trussed up barbie bitch and American History X
reject. This should be interesting.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a low chuckle,
slowing his pace and eventually planting his heavy boots a few feet from the
albino "The fuck got you so cranky? Get somea dat bleach in yer eyes, codgoblin?"
He bends over, mockingly looking into the woman's eyes with a smirk "Gunther can
get it out fer ya if ya like.."
Matt Savage: *Cheers from inside the car*
You're mad! *He crows at the girl driving*
Alice: She pockets the keys and waits for
Matt get to get out first.
Alice: "Am not!" Well maybe she is, but the
other crazies claim she's not.
Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow. up. she simply
maintains her position, murmering* Do stand down sir. We have no quarrel. It
would be in your best interest.
Matt Savage: *Laughs as he hops out of the
car, then runs around to open her door for her crouching a little to offer his
back*
Sasha: "Sounds like a quarrel to me." She
chuckles, taking a drag off her cigarette.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a
slight shrug, reaching into his pocket to pull out a black n mild "I wuddn't
gonna hurta bitch.. I just wanted ta know what got yer panties all in a wad is
all.." He slides the mild between his rought lips and sparks the end.
Alice: She scrambles over the seat, and
feels around... she's sure she left one back here... hoof pick, no, boot, no..
spur... maybe.. naaa, crop! Climbs up and stands on the edge of the car, then
leaps onto Matt's back! "YEEEEEHAW!" And whacks his ass with the riding crop,
just hard enough to smart.
Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes flick to sasha.
how unpleasant. she'd attracted a skinhead and his tawdry slut. she looks back
to gunther, eyes cold* You are offensive sir. I take my leave of you.
Abbey Randelle: (*cries* this is why i
can't do anything with abbey. antisocial BITCH!)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow,
then turns his gaze over to Sasha.. with a look that clearly says "Was it
somethin I said?"
Matt Savage: *Blinks in surpise as he gives a
muffled yelp of suprise, then he glances over his shoulder and laughs merrily*
You little! *He winks, then grabs her legs to give her a piggy back*
Sasha: "Pussy bitch..." She mutters,
exhaling a drag of smoke Abbey's way as she moves to head off.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((lol.. not your fault,
dear.. Gunther lacks the people skills..))
Alice: Hooks an arm around his neck
grinning wickedly. "Giddyup! Faster!" Another whack!
Sasha: A shrug to Gunther, as if to say
'Some people...' She throws a smile his way, even if it is a bit wary. She
hasn't totally forgotten the Tears event, and he was there.
Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow up. she adjusts
the case of her blade with deceptively delicated fingers. perhaps she would
curse her.* Mind your tone, lest it lead you into misfortune.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flashes Sasha a
toothy grin. He likes this one. She's got rocks. "Choo up to?" He gruffs as
friendly as he can muster.
Sasha: "Yeah, yeah, keep talkin'. Your
lawyer don't scare me." She waves Abbey off, as if do say 'You're dismissed,'
and looks to Gunther. "Scoping for jobs. You?"
Matt Savage: *Barks out a laugh* Yes Ma'am!
*He crows before he starts to job towards the carnivale itself, Alice's slight
weight not slowing him at all as he moves easily through the crowd* So what
first? Rides or sweets?
Alice: "Rides! Don't want you barfing on me,
because you ate first."
Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow up. perhaps she
will. Heck. if Mr. Kennedy could go jinxing everyone.. she- no. nonono.
moderation. he was becoming a bad influence. she turns back to the "authentic"
silver*
Abbey Randelle:
9,2,1,4,4,8,3,
Abbey Randelle: *temptation. so..
prominent*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes a puff
from the mild with a tiny shrug "Came ta get some fuckin cotton candy." He fibs,
poorly. "Love that shit."
Alice: Points her crop at Abbey. "Hey look
over there! An albino! You think she works here? Maybe she's part of the freak
show."
Matt Savage: *Pokes his tongue out as he looks
over his shoulder again, looking around* So, what first? *He asks curiously as
he looks around at all the attractions*
Sasha: She smirks. "Yeah, you look like
the cotton candy type." She nods to him. "I'm Sasha, by the way."
Matt Savage: *Blinks as he glances over, then
nods* Cool! Let's go ask! *He grins impishly, then heads that way at a good
clip*
Abbey Randelle: *smirking is impolite. and
so she doesn't do it. nope. but she does turn away from the scary cotton candy
gangbanger.. EYES GET WIDE as Alice implies she might be part of a freak show.
cretins*
Alice: *Giggles* "You ask her."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther extends a rough
mit "Gunther." He gruffs, eyeing the woman from head to toe.. a bit more
suspiciously than one would consider normal.
Abbey Randelle: *if they come over here..
no. you couldn't stab people in public. it was impolite*
Alice: Alice and Matt, maybe big brother and
little sister? She looks too young to be his girlfriend and too old to be his
daughter.
Alice: The girl is thin but athletic looking
with a dark tan and wheat blonde hair. Her features are regular... pretty, with
an oval face and pale blue eyes. She tends to wear whatever the latest style is,
to fit in and of course to look cool. A tiny diamond stud pierces the right side
of her nose. Her often exposed naval sports a blood red ruby. Between each
knuckle of her fingers and thumb is a band of silver, some etched, others
smooth. If nothing else, the kid has style. Around 5’ tall, she looks like she
could fall anywhere between the ages of 13 to 16.
Matt Savage: *Runs over, grinning slightly
at the big lug* Hey *He offers him, then looks to Abbey* Excuse me Miss, can I
aska quick question?
Matt Savage: If anthropomorphic
personifications exist, then here comes fit. At 5’10” in height this guy weighs
in at around 240 pounds, but not a single one of them is fat. Every single piece
of exposed skin covers hard chiselled muscles, no love handles to be seen. Still
while on some this could come over as intimidating on this man it’s somewhat
offset by a easy smile that seems permanently glued to his face, and a pair of
expressive eyes that show that while the exterior may be hard the inside is
anything but. His skin is presumably white underneath the heavy tan, his hair a
dull sandy blonde. All of his movements hold explosive power, he doesn’t so much
walk as take a short sharp series of bounces, almost as if his body was
screaming out to move.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow at
Matt.. what is it with people talking to him lately.. He must be losing his
edge.
Alice: Whoa! Look at the bald guy, he looks
kewl! Grins at him from her perch on Matt's back, one arm hooked around Matt's
neck, a riding crop in her other hand.
Abbey Randelle: *eyebrow up* you may. *mmhmmm.
ask it. the gorgeous porcelion creature stands, chin up, blade dangling.
indignation set on a low muted simmer*
Alice: Poor Gunther, he's not even scaring
the kiddies.
Sasha: She takes the hand, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you...finally, anyway. Sorry 'bout the other night...just got a
sudden bad vibe in that place, y'know?"
Abbey Randelle: *disaapoval at the
man's parasitic growth*
Matt Savage: *Nods a little* I don't mean to
cause offence or anything, but my girlfriend here *He nods backwards slightly*
Was curious as to if you worked here? As you are... unusual in apperance, but of
course not in a bad way *He grins sheepishly*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins to Sasha
"I get em all tha time. Ain't nuthin"
Alice: The parasite grins at the albino.
"Hi!"
Abbey Randelle: You are implying I am a
sideshow attraction?
Sasha: She chuckles. "Yeah, I bet you do."
A wink. "So, what da you do?"
Abbey Randelle: *soft polite razorblade
smile. dripping ice. its almost tangible around her*
Alice: "Are you?" Leaning over Matt's
shoulder. "I just wanted to know, so we could catch your show if you are. You're
really pretty."
Abbey Randelle -> Sasha: how does one go
about applying an entopy curse?
Matt Savage: *Shakes his head* Nah like she
says you'd be a main attraction, not side show
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther takes another
puff, looking around at the other carival goers.. for potential buyers "Music."
He gruffs "I sing like a damn canary." With all the bs the man slings.. it's
hard to decifer what little truth he does happen to tell.
Alice: She catches her breath and points at
the sky suddenly. "Look! Bats!"
Sasha: A glance over at Abbey, who hasn't
moved too far. "You are a sideshow attraction, Barbie. The walking pocket
pussy."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shakes his
head in disaggreement with Sasha "Nahh.. pocket pussy's got more personality
than at bitch.."
Sasha -> Abbey Randelle: ((Entropy 2;
opposite of the Luck effect that Rene did.))
Alice: *Not a bat in sight to mundane eyes
however.* Blinks. Did that woman say what it sounded like she said?
Abbey Randelle -> Sasha: can you do it on
more than one person at a time.. like.. say.. 4?
Matt Savage: *Blinks a little* Uh huh... Yeah
maybe we should... go ride *He nods a little frowning a touch as he looks to the
two rowdier types*
Sasha -> Abbey Randelle: ((Well, you need
one succ per pattern that you want to effect, then successes hit all of
themequally.))
Abbey Randelle: *somehow thats not
going over any better. she was a Randelle eyes flashing on matt* It is
unpleasant that you are so very ignorant. I cannot excuse such impropiety, and
should you continue with such rudeness...you will all be most unfortunate in
future. *she murmers under head breath quietly, a polite smile on her lip.
glacial*
Abbey Randelle -> Sasha: (doing it over 3
rounds then. *laughs* rolling ..what..int + enoch to lowe dif? 1 wp)
Alice: "Did you hear what she called her?"
she whispers in Matt's ear.
Matt Savage: *Blinks* Okay, remind me not to
talk to you again *he nods lightly, then turns and starts away* Well that could
have gone better *He comments dryly* Still never know unless ya try
Abbey Randelle -> Sasha: (doing it over
3 rounds then. *laughs* rolling ..what..int + enoch to lowe dif? 1 wp)
Alice: "Did you hear what she called her?"
she whispers in Matt's ear.
Matt Savage: *Blinks* Okay, remind me not to
talk to you again *he nods lightly, then turns and starts away* Well that could
have gone better *He comments dryly* Still never know unless ya try
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther flicks a bit of
ash to the ground in front of him, eyeing abbey.. how did she GET so pale..
maybe she knows the boss..
Sasha -> Abbey Randelle: ((Okie. Go ahead
and call it. *S*))
Alice: "Maybe she gets asked that a lot.
Let's go ride the hammer!"
Abbey Randelle: *her eyes light on sasha.
cold, gunther as well as the pristine girl murmers*
Abbey Randelle: (int + enoch, then arete...
3 times)
Abbey Randelle:
7,10,9,
Abbey Randelle:
4,9,5,
Matt Savage: *Nods a little* Or maybe she's
just an angry person, who knows! *HE chuckles* Hammer it is! *He starts that way
at a jog again, weaving towards the selected ride*
Abbey Randelle:
3,8,6,
Abbey Randelle:
6,3,4,
: (what's the scene?)
Abbey Randelle: (awareness everybodieee!)
Alice: ((Carnival!))
Matt Savage:
3,2,9,
Alice:
6,2,2,4,7,9,6,9,
Sasha:
4,1,4,8,1,
Alice: ((Sasha needs to lay off the
drugs.))
Abbey Randelle: (truth)
: ((or take better ones))
Sasha: ((For all to know...the two rolls
after Matt's roll haven't "happened" yet. Awareness occurs after the first roll,
and work as follows))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((nah.. she just needs
to buy them from gunther. so he can afford beer))
Abbey Randelle: (yeppa!)
Sasha: ((1 Success: Something unnatural
just happened. 2 Successes: Something unnatural just happened, and came from the
group's area. 3 Successes: Something unnatural just came from Abbey. 4
Successes: PM Abby for her Resonance.))
Alice: ((5 sux?))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks around
obliviously and spots an approaching ten year old girl walking by herself,
happily munching away at her cotton candy. When she passes, Gunther snags the
treat from the girl, flashing her an evil grin
Alice: Leans back, and cranes her neck to
look over her shoulder at Abbey.
Matt Savage: *Slows his movements, frowning a
little as he too looks around* Ya felt that?
Sasha: ((Nothing mroe then 4, Alice)) She
notes nothing, and chuckles to Gunther. "Yeah, good point." About the more
personality part.
Alice: ((Please, please let Alice see
Gunther do that! *WEG*))
Sasha: ((Second roll hits now))
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
5,7,3,6,8,5,7,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((that was intim on the
tiny girl.. ya know.. just in case he can't scare off a child. *G*))
Matt Savage: *Bobs his head a little turning
back so they can both watch the others from a little bit of a safer distance*
Alice: ((Can I roll to see if Alice caught
Gunther being naughty, when she turned around to look at Abbey?))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther chuckles to
himself with the girl whimpers and scurries away, reaching into the bag of
cotton candy to enjoy his spoils of victory.
Abbey Randelle: *the pale flame stands,
still smiling oh so politely as she murmers in a subwhisper to ...apparently the
silver merchant, as she's idly fingering a ring*
Sasha: ((Yes, Alice, you're right in the
vicinity. ROll.))
Alice:
2,3,3,2,5,8,3,
Sasha: "Heh. Guess you DO like cotton
candy after all." She grins.
Alice: She misses the actual deed, but he
didn't have cotten candy a minute ago, and the little girl is whimpering and
running away. ((rolling int))
Sasha -> Alice: ((Alice also recognizes it
as mainuplation of Fats, since she has Entropy))
Alice:
7,2,7,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods with a
menacing grin. He holds the bag out to Sasha in offering.
Alice -> Sasha: ((Manipulation of Fats,
that's Life magic! *G*))
Alice: Scowls. The fat guy is picking on
little kids! "Put me down."
Sasha: She shrugs. "Sure, why not?" She
takes some with a chuckle.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((he's not fat! he's
big boned!))
Abbey Randelle: *soft voice murmering in
an ancient language as she smiles to herself, allowing a curl of lips in her
spite*
Sasha: ((Third roll hits now, and the
effect hits. For the next week, Matt, Gunther, Alice, and Sasha have an
automatic two "1's" added to each roll.))
Matt Savage: *Shakes his head* Not yet *He
murmurs* Not when she's doing shit to people, it could be real dangerous *He
just watches*
Alice: Scowls when Matt refuses to put her
down and raises her voices. "HEY BALDILOCKS! YEAH, YOU FAT BOY! I SAW YOU TAKE
CANDY FROM THAT LITTLE KID, YOU MEWLING, BUTT LICKING, COWARD!"
Abbey Randelle: *she's doing shit to you
bucko. oh yes. she remembers you from the ordeal with five. such disrespect of a
known alley will not be tolerated. she sanatizes her hands, ignores the puzzled
look from the vendor, and gives a politely cold smile to Matt, her only
aquaintence out of the people calling her names* May you have a good evening
Abbey Randelle: *oh dear. it was speaking*
Sasha: She looks back at Alice, eyebrow
raised. "Oooh. Butt-licking. How cuuute."
Abbey Randelle: (ally not alley)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther raises a brow
to Alice, taking a heavy stomp in her direction "Help you with somethin, slut?"
Matt Savage: *Nods lightly to Abbey* You too
Miss *Then he puts Alice down and chuckles* You'll make the big man angry *He
murmurs*
Abbey Randelle: *well. let them attack
each other ineffectively. the delicate hermetic's headed off. reassured each
miscreant was deserving of his or her ill fortune*
Alice: "Well, duh. That was the point."
Turns to give Gunther the evil eye. "Ass munch! Stealing from little kids. Why
don't you pick on someone your own size, you big coward!"
Sasha: She follows along behind Gunther,
chewing her cotton candy...the man got in all sorts of shit. He was fun to hang
around.
Matt Savage: *Sniggers a little as he folds
his arms over his chest* Well no, but I can help you with that speach
impediment, as I know you didn't just call my girl a slut...
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He sets another heavy
boot in a tromp her way "I ain't see nobody my size.. Jussa tiny bitch witha big
mouth." He takes another grab at the cotton candy, sliding a portion into his
rough mouth before slinging the bag at Alice.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gruffs out in
Matt's direction ~german~ "Tall pile of American dogshit." He spits on the
ground between them.
Alice:
10,7,6,9,8,3,
Sasha: A snicker from the gutterslut.
Matt Savage: *Cricks his head to the sides
slowly, his face setting a touch. And with the normal light smile gone, it
suddenly becomes painfully evident just how big he is. His fingers flexing
enounh to make his knuckles crack* That'll do mate.
Alice: She rather handily catches the bag in
spite of being cursed, and shakes it out in the waste bin to deny it to him,
then mushes the trash down to ruin it good. "Maybe that's your clue you need a
diet, fat ass!"
Abbey Randelle: *pah nono carnie. less
close to me. more far away. thank you. she slips through the crowd*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a tiny chuckle
and rubs his tight abs.. the man is.. in fact.. quite muscled. He looks to Sasha
with a smirk "Am I getting a beer gut? I ain't even notice.."
Sasha: "Not that I see." She shrugs with a
chuckle.
Sasha: ((Oh. For you magey types, that 2
"1's" rule does not apply to magic rolls...just FYI))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs and takes
another puff from the mild, looking around the area with a bored gaze.. damnit..
he's NEVER gonna make any money like this.
Matt Savage: *Shrugs* Well either way, it's
done now, we'll see how it goes
Matt Savage: ((Scoops that into PM))
Alice: Matt> "Come on, let's go ride the
hammer."
Abbey Randelle: ((*Laughs*))
Matt Savage: *Grunts a little, then pats
Alice's shoulder* Come on, let's go get that ride
Alice: Heads off with Matt, satisfied she
told off the fat man.
Matt Savage: *Chuckles a little as he slips an
arm around the girl* Feel better now?
Sasha: She looks at Alice and Matt head
off, then looks up at Gunther. "So, what's next on the agenda? Shit on the
Pope's hat?" A grin.
Alice: Grins up at him. "Yeah."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks around..
as if actually looking for the pope "Where is at ol bastard.."
Matt Savage: *Laughs merrily* Well good!
And good on ya for standing up for the girl. Sorry I was distracted, but at
least nothing too bad seemed to happen.
Alice: "What he did was chicken shit. I knew
he wasn't gonna do anything. Anyone who picks on little kids HAS to be a coward.
Come on."
Sasha: "Probably off 'sanctifying' the
latest altar boy." She snorts.
Matt Savage: *Laughs* I meant Albino girl,
but that's cool. *He leads on the ride then pays for them both*
Alice: "Oh, I kinda know what she did, but I
don't know how to explain it."
Matt Savage: *Frowns a little* Okay... well
try the best you can *He murmurs as they wait for their turn*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a low
rumble of a laugh to Sasha, then looks around the area again with a frustrated
snort.
Alice: Lowers her voice since they're
talking crazy stuff.
Matt Savage: *Nods a little as he lifts a hand
to scratch his chin* Well... I guess we'll have to wait and see *He murmurs,
then gives her a squeeze* But to hell with that! Ride time! *He grins as they
get let on*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther peers over
Sasha another time, with a quick once over.. hmm..
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
5,8,5,7,4,
Alice: Climbs in after Matt and prepares to
get swirled, twirled, shaken and rattled. What could be better?
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: (per+streetwise..
he's profiling to see if she'd be someone who might be interested in buying from
him))
Sasha: "Whatcha lookin for?"
Matt Savage: *Snuggles upto the girl, then
set's himself for the ride, screaming and whooping enthusiatically as it whiskes
them around madly through the air*
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((Well,
depending on what he deals, there's the strung-out bitch next to him... *G*
Couple other kids here and there.))
Alice: "WHOOOooooOOOOOO!" Holding her arms
in the air, too cool to hang on, riding crop clutched in one hand.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives
another attractive snort, peering around and rumbling in a low tone to Sasha.
Alice: ((Hey, does a curse count as an
active rote, and require awareness rolls all week too?))
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((Or
rather, with the 2 botches...probably just the strung out bitch next to him.
:P))
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: "Gigs are
slow.. Jus tryin ta make my hussle.. Ya need any shit?"
Matt Savage: YAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! *He declares
erupting in laughter as they swoop around*
Sasha: ((Yes, Alice, it does.))
Sasha: She loooks at him with some
interest, and whispers back.
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Depends,
big guy. What've ya got?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs,
rumbling back.
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: "All I got
on me is some green an a few rolls.. But I can make a call if ya need somethin
else.."
Alice: They get tossed and churned and
finally the ride slows down and they're allowed to stagger dizzily out. "Wow!
That was great!"
Matt Savage: *Giggles merrily as he staggers
out with her, nodding in agreement* That rocked!
Alice: "Let's go to the fun house next!"
Sasha: She leans in, considering, as she
murmurs back.
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "I might be
willing to take the X in a pinch...if you can get some blow, or even better,
China White, I'd be very...VERY appreciative."
Matt Savage: *Nods and squeezes her* Yeah when
I can walk straight! *He laughs warmly then heads that way, gazing at Alice
adoringly for a moment* You're great.
Alice: "Race ya!"
Alice:
8,3,7,10,9,5,
Matt Savage: *Smirks* Charge! *THen he goes
for it*
Matt Savage:
1,5,1,7,8,9,4,5,10,
Alice: And she staggers off all ziggity zag!
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods with a
grin, flipping out his cell phone to make a call.
Matt Savage: *The normally superb althelete
running something akin to a snail... with asthma*
Sasha: She looks up at the big man with a
grateful grin, waiting for him to make the call.
Alice: Oh yeah, she's leaving him in the
dust! She gets to the fun house first and wedges herself into a corner in the
house of mirrors so she can ambush him when he walks past.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther makes a low
rumble into his phone
Matt Savage: *Pants a little as he finally
get's there shaking his head as he steps in* Woah that hammer messed me up! *He
chuckles merrily, then blinks as he looks around at all the mirrors* Alice? *He
calls out curiously as he moves inwards*
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: "Hey, Maggie..
You got any China White fer me?" ((and i can't find chum as far as him using a
contact goes. do i have to roll anything to see if he gets it?))
Alice: Rolls her lips, refusing to giggle,
and waits for him move past her nook.
Matt Savage: *Isn't expecting her to be hiding
so he just blithly wanders past her, sniggering at one of the mirrors that makes
him look even broader*
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((Cha+Contacts))
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
4,9,3,4,2,9,10,
Alice: And leaps out at him with a ROAR,
fingers all crooked like a monster! The mirrors giving the illusion she's coming
at him from all sides.
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Yeah, I
can get you some. How much you need?"
Matt Savage: *Starts slightly, tesning up
ashe half rocks to the side, fighters intincts flaring up at the suprise
'attack'* Holy hell! *Then he blinks in suprise at her* You got me again!
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther turns his gaze
to Sasha "How much you need?" He rumbles lowly.
Alice: "I did." *G* "Catch me if you can!"
And she's off, darting through the maze of mirrors and glass.
Alice:
2,2,2,4,7,4,
Alice: And she runs dead into a glass panel,
shattering it.
Matt Savage: *Smirks* Gonna spank ya when I
do! *he crows as he starts off after her again*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((lol))
Matt Savage: ((That's not a botch in third
ed.))
Matt Savage: ((You only botch if you get ones
and had no suxs at all))
Alice: ((In that case it only cracks and she
rebounds and keeps going! *L* I forgot about the 3rd ed change))
Matt Savage:
6,6,9,2,5,3,2,2,9,
Sasha: She shrugs. "Couple worth'd be
good. Can't afford much more then that, 'less you take barter..." A bit of a
grin.
Alice: She's not doing very well, bumping
into panels at every step and turning into every dead end in the maze.
Matt Savage: *Manages to find his legs again
now he's head's clearing a little, though still slower than usual as he darts
behind her, then catches her on the rebound gathering her up in his arms and
squeezing her* Gotcha Gotcha now I'm gonna eat ya
Alice: Eeep! Kicking her legs as she's
captured! "I taste like spinach!"
Matt Savage: *Laughs merrily* But I'm healthy
I like spinach! *He dips his head in to blow a big wet raspberry on her neck*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives Sasha
another once over then rumbles back into the phone in a gruff tone.
Alice: *Giggles* "Spinache in a very
fattening cheese fondue sauce!"
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: "Lemme get an
eight ball." He requests.. what he can't get her to buy he can certainly sling
somewhere else..
Matt Savage: *Snorts at that, blowing another
raspberry against her skin* Well you make me fat I'll get bigger pants coz I
ain't giving ya up!
Alice: "You still have to make it through
the spinning tunnel with me."
Matt Savage: *Nods and gives her a little
squeeze before he nods* Let's do it! *He let's her go, then foloows her lead*
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: "Awright."
She lists a price and pick-up instructions, whatever is normal.
Alice: Hooks an arm around his neck so he
can't put her down. "Nooo, you gotta carry me through it to win." The challenge
is on.
Matt Savage: *Laughs gently as he wraps his
arms around her again, leaning in to give her a breif kiss, then he nods* Okay
then! Let's give it a go! *He sniggers, then heads for the tunnel watching it a
moment before he charges*
Matt Savage:
8,1,9,9,9,6,3,5,6,
Sasha: She sits, there, lighting up
another cigarette and looking around as Gunther talks. Don't eavesdrop on the
dealer, that's just dumb.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods "Be there
in twenty." He hangs up the phone stuffing it back into his pocket with a
satisfied grin to Sasha. "Now I jus gotta go pick it up. If ya want you can meet
me back at my place.. It ain't far from here. Maggies even more paranoid than I
am when it comes to meetin new folks."
Sasha: She looks back at Gunther and
grins. "Sounds like a plan...I know the type. Where's your place?"
Alice: ((And 10 minute warning, sun's coming
up over here)) She whoops and makes it harder, by tickling him just as he steps
into the tunnel.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther tells her
where his shady complex is.. but of course leaves out which apartment is his.
Speaking of dumb.. telling a junkie where you live so you can be looted? I think
not.. Gunther raises a big paw in a wave to Sasha before heading off to make his
pickup.
Matt Savage: *Acks and laughs loudly as he
staggers through twitching a little as he just about manages to make it through
before he flops down lightly atop her smiling a touch* Made it, so what do I
win?
Alice: *Squeeks when they hit the mat, and
laughs pulling him down for a playful kiss.*
Sasha: She nods. "Cool...see you there." A
drag off the cigarette and she starts to head out herself, loitering a little
before leaving. Give him time to get to his pickup and there...besides, maybe
someone needs a handjob...pick her up a little extra, if he's getting more.
Matt Savage: *Chuckles as he kisses her back,
settling a little as he aim's for it to be a little more lingering, but then the
kids start laughing and the cat calls erupt around them and he blushes gently,
rolling his eyes* Wanna get out of here?
Sasha:
7,1,4,4,2,3,
Alice: Giggles as they get teased and nods.
Sasha: Nope. No one needing her talents.
Off she heads, toward the place she was told.
Alice: ((Poor Sasha's not gonna make any
money this week.))
Matt Savage: *Chuckles merrily as he gathers
her up in his arms again forcing himself to his feet, then walking her back to
the car, nuzzling her and murmuring softly as they head off from all the noise
and lights*
Alice: ((And off they go to make out like
teenagers. *g* And off I go to pass out. Nighty night.))
Matt Savage: ((Sleeps well!))
Matt Savage: ((Thanks for the scene all!))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((danke. it was fun.
*G*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((mt res, sasha?))
Sasha: ((On me way!))
GUNTHER'S PAD
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther tromps
toward his dingy complex after making his pickup, scanning the area for Sasha.
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
7,8,5,8,2,6,
Sasha: She's waiting outside the complex,
looking niiice and casual.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Grinning to the girl he
tromps past and makes his way in the door, trusting that she will follow if she
wants what she knows he has.
Sasha: Oh, follow RIGHT behind she does,
without much more then a glance around.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther leads her
down a flickering hallway and opens his unlocked door with a shove of his heavy
boot. He takes a moment to peer around suspiciously.. just in case there are any
spies hiding in the corners.. Before entering.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: The room is desolately
furnished. There is a single dingy ass dumpster couch strewn in the center of
the floor, stained and falling apart. The carpet is NASTY. It's quite obvious
the boy never cleans. There's a mound of beer bottles that may or may not
contain a trashcan underneath.. a pile of boxes in one corner and his music
equiptment in the other, guitar cases.. amps.. etc.
Sasha: She moves in behind him, glancing
around. "Nice place." Yes, she actually sounds like she means it, too.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: The bedroom door is
open and she can see a single filthy matress.. also likely to have been grabbed
out of a dumpster.. covered with piles of dirty laundry.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and
plops down on the nasty couch "Ain't much.. but its mine. Least til the firsta
tha month." He reaches under the couch to pull out his scales.
Sasha: She takes a seat on the floor,
watching him. "What, you movin' after that?" Just making conversation...the fun
part about buying drugs is the interesting people you meet. Oh, yeah, and the
high.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a shrug,
weighing out her portion from the rest "Whatever I can get my hands on.. New in
town. Ain't got too many buyers just yet so I'll sling damn near anything." He
pauses, thinking "Cept tweak. Ain't touch tha shit."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((lol. i missed a
comma, that made no sense. dlp))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a shrug,
weighing out her portion from the rest "Hope not. Depends on how much cash I
make by then."
Sasha: She laughs. "No, I mean, your
place. Are you moving after the first of the month or somethin'?"
Sasha: ((Okay. DLP. *G*))
Sasha: She nods. "Yeah, believe me, I know
the feeling."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((taht's cool. you
can just slide gunther's last one under hers. with an intel 1 he likely would
have misunderstood as well))
Sasha: ((Works for me. *G*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: After getting it
bagged up, Gunther gruffs out a price to the girl, sliding his scales back under
the couch.
Sasha: She reaches into her pocket,
pulling out bills of various amounts, from fives to twenties. She peels off
enough in highly crumpled bills, most of her stash, and hands it over.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives her a
grin and without straightening the bills, pulls out a shoebox from under the
couch and stuffs the cash in, sliding it back when he's done. "So.. whatcha do?"
Sasha: She looks him over with a smirk.
"Figured you'da guessed by now, bug guy. Lady of the night, so to speak."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a gruff
shrug, reaching under the couch again, this time pulling out a tray with weed
scattered all over it. He starts splitting a cigar "Moneys money.. I ain't give
a fuck."
Sasha: "Wasn't asking for a judgment
call." She chuckles as she leans back, watching him. "So I assume you're not in
the bartering mood, then?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther wraps the
blunt, patting his pockets for a lighter "How much we talkin.. I ain't usually
pay fer pussy.." He gives her frame another scan "An I ain't wanna breaka
bitch."
Sasha: "Pfft." She chuckles. "Believe me,
you can't do nothin' much worse then this guy up at Columbia U does." She
shrugs. "And how much you willin' to give?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squints at the
girl.. she didn't look like she would turn down damn near ANY offer. He lights
the blunt and takes a puff, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out an asprin
bottle, shaking two rolls out and extending them in a gruff hand to the girl..
with a look that says "That's all you're gettin."
Sasha: She looks at the two rolls
skeptically, and considers. "Tell you what. Since you don't know how good the
merchandise is, I'll do this one for that, as a test drive. After that, it'd be
more then two X, if you wanna keep it up."
Sasha: "And believe me, I can keep it up."
A smirk.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a shrug..
he knows a whore who'll do it for much less.. "I ain't give a fuck. Take it er
leave it."
Sasha: "I didn't say I wasn't taking it."
She grins.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sets the rolls
in front of her before leaning back in the couch with a toothy grin. He takes
another puff from the blunt and offers it to Sasha.
Sasha: She smiles and takes the blunt from
him, bringing it to her lips for a drag. She holds it down while passing it back
over, before exhaling the cloud. "So you said you do music, too?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a nod,
motioning over to the large pile of equiptment in the corner "Gotta band. We
ain't play much here yet, though. Still tryin ta worm our way into the circuit."
Sasha: She nods. "Cool, cool. Lemme
guess...soft jazz, right?" A chuckle.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a low chuckle
taking another drag from the blunt and passing it back "Fuckin Kenny G.. At's
me."
Sasha: "Naah, you got better hair." She
takes the drag for another lungful of smoke.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther rubs his bald
dome and leans back into the couch, grinning at Sasha. "You born here?"
Sasha: "Bout 300 miles away. Belmont, New
York. Little piss-bucket town. Capital of Alleghany County." She says the last
sentance in a false, chipper-ish 'news anchor' sort of voice, then shrugs,
passing the joint back.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gruffs out a tiny
laugh, leaning forward to take the passed joint "Sounds like one hell ofa
place.." He pats the couch next to him.. no sense on her sitting on the carpet..
it's just as nasty as the couch is
Sasha: She shrugs and moves to take up the
space on the couch next to his large German self. "Oh, yeah, it's just fuckin'
swell. Small-town feel, small-dick attitude."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He chuckles and takes a
puff "I wouldn't know.." He hands it back over to Sasha leaning back in the
couch to get a bit more comfortable.
Sasha: Another drag, and back it goes.
"Yeah, it's a peach. Stay the fuck away from whoever the mayor is these days. If
he took lessons from the previous ones, he might find your ass attractive.
Though you might be okay...little old for him." She leans forward, picking up
the tabs of E and pops them into her mouth for a swallow.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a
gruff sneer "He'd geta boot in tha ass.. At's for damn sure.." He pauses,
looking over to Sasha then back down to the nasty carpet.. poor Gunther.. still
awkward around tha ladies. Even the ones he's paid for.
Sasha: She looks over at him, cocking an
eyebrow as she leans in a little. "You all right, big guy?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs, taking
another puff and passing off without looking up at her "Ain't nothin wrong with
Gunther."
Sasha: She grins a little. "Nothin' that a
little Sasha can't fix anyway, right?" That lean gets a little closer, as the
drug starts to take effect, and she looks up at the man.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther sits there
puffing away on his blunt.. all but ignoring the girl next to him.
Sasha: She remains there, looking up at
him with that cocked brow and slight grin, and a hand comes to rest on his leg,
moving inward. "You still go through with it, Gunther? 'fraid I can't exactly
give the payment back..."
Sasha: ((still wanna go through with it))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and
snubs the blunt out on the arm of the couch, tossing it under the couch back
onto the tray once its out. He reaches a large mit up to rub the back of his
bald dome, a nervous habit.
Sasha: "Up to you, baby," she purrs, the
fingers of his hand trailing back and forth on his thigh, tantalizing but not so
close as to cause any great reaction. "Whatever you want...whatever at ALL...is
all good to me." ((Cha+Empathy to set his mind at ease))
Sasha:
2,2,3,4,6,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: ((how long
does it take bashing damage to heal naturally?))
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((1 per
hour for Bruised to Wounded, one per 3 hours for Mauled, 6 hours for Crippled,
12 for Incap. All Cumulative. So 2 hours to totally heal from Injured, 3 to
totally heal from Wounded, and so on.))
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: ((ahhh..
ok. just making sure his crotch didn't still have 3b on it from sady last
night.. that could prove very awkward.))
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((Oh, God,
no. *G* He's fiiine.))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Not resisting a bit,
Gunther squirms a bit to being touched. It's quite obvious that the boy isn't
used to affection. One side of his lip curls, but he tries his best to wipe the
sneer off his face.
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((Still not
as bad as Aerin's FOUR AGG TO THE GROIN he took. *G*))
Sasha: She watches him for a moment...dammit,
if he didn't take the bait, any chance whatsoever at bartering later would be
nil. She moves and raises a leg over his lap, sitting down and straddling him. "Gunther,
babe? You still want to party?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny
nod.. shy.. a strange look for such a brute. He lets out a less than attractive
snort, looking down at the girl's chest.
Sasha: She nods in response to him, and
reaches down to untie the knot in her shirt. "Tell me how you want it,
baby...and then, it's all yours." ((One more roll...Charisma+Seduction. WP
point))
Sasha:
10,5,10,4,4,5,8,5,
Sasha:
9,9,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther lets his lip
curl into a menacing grin toward the girl.. becoming a bit more comfortable with
the situation (he relents). With her atop his lap, he lunges forward to sling
her to the dingy carpet in a tight pin.
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
9,9,5,7,9,4,
Sasha: And off to the carpet she goes,
hitting it with a heavy THUD, momentarily stunned by the sudden move, though not
looking like she minds much.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther pins her legs
with his and sits up, reaching into his pocket for a switchblade and flipping it
open with a tooty grin "Lose tha shirt, slut.. fore I lose it for ya."
Sasha: She hastens to comply, grabbing the
shirt by the hem and pulls it off over her head, right quick. Sure, she could
let it be cut off...but it's not like she's got another one.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther pulls the blade
up to the womans throat, sliding it down her bare chest with a glint in his
eyes. He scoots himself down farther on his legs and taps the button of her
jeans with the knife, eyeing her with clear intent.
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((Per+Emp
to see what he wants her to do...play scared victim, or just go along with it.
Again, WP...2nd of all of 4 that he has))
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg:
2,9,4,4,1,1,
Sasha -> Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((*thanks
the gods that in Revised, that's not a botch*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg -> Sasha: ((lol))
Sasha: She keeps her eyes locked on the
knife, staring, and reaches down to undo them. If he's gonna slice 'em off,
he'll do it anyway.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a sneer
down at her pantline, tugging the top of her jeans with as much force as he can
muster in a downward motion.
Sasha: A gasping sound of pain as the
pants are pulled forcefully down off her hips. She's sweating a little, eyes
unfocused with the X fully flowing through her now.
Ita McNairee: *uff.. carpet.. coming off the
..thing.. she moves down the hallway. pulling her shoe back on.. a tupperware
container in her hand, she turns the knob to the apartment*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Grinning, he sets his
freehand down hard on her left shoulder, grinding down hard against the woman
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Grinning, he sets
his freehand down hard on her left shoulder, grinding down hard against the
woman
Ita McNairee: (the usual stealth to enter.
as per the usual game)
Ita McNairee:
6,7,9,10,8,
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
9,3,6,4,5,3,
Sasha: She gives a whimpering sound at the
man's forceful motions, though she makes no motions to resist...much to the
contrary, her body arches upward as much as it can in her pinned state, toward
him.
Sasha:
8,6,4,8,9,4,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Not noticing the new
arrival, Gunther goes to place the switch blade up to the woman's face, flashing
her another mean grin "Scared yet, slut? Ain't a good idea rollin all over
yerself then gettin Gunther all excited.. I toldja I ain't wanna breaka bitch.."
((he's trying to make her cry. str+intim?))
Sasha: ((Diff 7 due to Ecstacy, and those
damn botches...she hears nothing. *G*))
Ita McNairee: *sheslinks in, turning around
and looking to the couch.. though her eyes never quiiiiiiiite make it there,
hand coming to her face..oh dear.. she just stands*
Sasha: ((Yep))
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
4,2,7,8,9,1,10,
Sasha:
5,9,4,3,
Ita McNairee: *shit..um.. she coughs.
loudly*
Ita McNairee: *moving toward sthe kitchen to
set the food in the fridge as she does so*
Sasha: With the Ecstacy-induced sensations
(and magic) overwhelming her...it's too much, and as much as the X turns her on,
Gunther does find tears starting to roll, from the pain or the fear, hard to
tell.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a low
rumble of a laugh, moving the blade down to her neck and pushing in harder with
the rest of his body. "Gunther ist deinen Vatti... Bitch."
Ita McNairee: *sighs and takes a good look
at poor Sasha*
Ita McNairee:
4,6,6,7,2,
Ita McNairee -> Sasha: (per emp)
Ita McNairee: *the fridge is shut, the
little woman leaning on the door. why..this was awkward.. as long as he wasn't
hurting the lass*
Sasha -> Ita McNairee: Fucked up on
Ecstacy...yeah, she's in pain right now, and maybe a little scared...most of the
tears is from the pain, though. She's pretty damned callous to this whole thing.
Ita could probably get an Int+Streetwise to see if she knows her.
Ita McNairee:
5,5,8,
Ita McNairee: *a heavy sigh* gunther. *her
voice is soft*
Sasha: She gives a moan, half-pain, half
Ecstacy-induced and acted pleasure, as Gunther makes the push. Not much paying
attention to anything else in the room, like pikeys.
Gunther Kasimir Berg:
8,8,4,6,8,3,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((she's not still
all stealthy is she?))
Ita McNairee: (nope, blatently NOT so) *she
sinks to a squat, trying not to spook him. she's not trying to fuck up the
woman's fare or get her hurt. but sasha was in pain*
Sasha:
7,7,8,6,1,6,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther blinks over,
hearing someone else in the room. He gruffs out a surprised "Ita?" jerking his
head that way, but not moving his person or the switchblade off from Sasha.
Ita McNairee: (ita is a ninja whore)
Sasha: Ita? What Ita? No Ita in this
whore's world right now.
Ita McNairee: aye darlin... reckon ah've
been tap dancen aroond ye fer tha last five minutes. *she gives a soft sheepish
smile, apologetic. her eyes flick to sasha* tha lass es en pain doves. a good
lot o et.
Sasha: Well, until Gunther says her
name, anyway. Then, her eyes move from the knife, settling on Ita, blinking
through the haze of MDMA.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and
steps off of Sasha, flipping the knife back in his pocket. "Was her idea.." He
looks down to Sasha with a tiny frown "I ain't hurtcha.. did I?" He nudges her
with a heavy boot.
Sasha: ((Would like to point out, just to
clarify, 'cause I thought it was what was meant...Str+Intimidation is to cause
fear...physically. As in, through pain.))
Sasha: She looks up, a little dazed, and
looks from Ita to Gunther. "Nothing I ain't...had worse. Trust me...you were
fine, baby."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((it was))
Sasha: ((Okay, jes makin' sure. *G*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther steps away from
Sasha back toward the couch "Ain't call me baby.. At's creepy."
Ita McNairee: *ita looks worriedly at Sasha,
then to gunther. she knows the beating the man can lay on a woman. had she not
been dead already... and sasha's not that much bigger.. not a cushiony woman.
she bites her lips* Soory fer interruptin loves.. er.. ah brought food?
Sasha: A sigh, though she makes no move to
get up, moving in that dreamy state those on ecstacy get. "Sorry...seemed FINE
with it befooore..."
Sasha: "My bad."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs,
plopping back down on the couch in his usual spot "Ain't nothin Ita. You know
you ain't buggin me." He looks down to Sasha with a smirk.
Ita McNairee: like soome food Loves.. dinnae
recognize ye aft tha strep.. *she moves to help sasha sit up, holding her by the
shoulders and smiling kindly. the woman was stoned* Ah'm Ita McNairee. aye?
Sasha:
2,1,5,1,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther stands and
moves into the kitchen. He looks around for a minute.. thinking.. hmmm, no
glasses.. He grabs an empty beer bottle from the pile and rinses it out filling
it with water. He tromps back into the other room and kicks Sasha's shirt over
to her, handing the bottle of water to Ita "Make her drink this." He gruffs. "I
ain't wanna bitch dehydratin on my fuckin carpet."
Sasha: She looks up at Ita, blinking
several times...something just isn't registering with the girl. "Okay, Ita
McNaaa...reee." She nods. "Nice to meet ya."
Ita McNairee: aye loves.. wha's yer name?
*ita takes the bottle in one hand and smiles, pressing it into Sasha's hand,
careful, making sure she has hold of it* drink. drink.
Sasha: "Sasha." She takes the bottle,
looking at it for a moment, then puts it to her mouth and tips it back, drinking
some of it.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods, plopping
back down on the couch instead of helping with Sasha "I met her up at Seraphim's
Tears.. Then ran into her tonight at the carnival."
Ita McNairee: drenk aul o et loves.. *she
nods and moves to stand, looking to gunther with an appreciative smile, she sets
the girls shirt on her lap, plopping iin turn on a gunther, leaning back and
murmering to the big german*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther raises a
confused brow.. The pikey seems to have lost him. He stares obliviously.
Sasha: She finishes the bottle in a couple
more swallows, then sets it down next to her. A glance goes over at Ita and
Gunther, and she scowls a bit, as if considering...girlfriend, or just someone
trying to undercut her?
Ita McNairee: et loves. like.. food...och
*she looks to Sasha* ye et loves? 'Ad supper?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny
chuckle "Ain't my fault I don't speak gypbabble.." He shrugs "We had some cotton
candy earlier." He smirks, proud at his victory over the ten year old girl.
Sasha: She looks up at Ita, frowning a
little. "I had a bit of cotton candy tonight...some shit earlier today, too..."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((15 min warning.
finally got lil to sleep))
Ita McNairee: och. tha shite'll make ye seck.
et well. *she nibbles her lip, then singsongs in that oh so pleasant voice* Ye
wan soomthen tae et? reckon ah jes brought sheperds pie o'er.. effen ye wan
soome..
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "It
ain't gonna make her sick.. I tried it myself just tha other day."
Ita McNairee: aye. but yer an ox o a felly.
*a hand comes up to rub a bald skull*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives another gruff
shrug "She only took two.."
Ita McNairee: *murmerings into the big
germans neck, a smile*
Sasha: She looks from Ita to Gunther...are
they for real? A shrug. "Like it's the first X I've ever taken. Ummm...yeah,
guess I could eat, if you're offerin'..."
Ita McNairee: *She nods and rises off
gunth's lap with a squeeze to his meaty thigh, moving towards the fridge and
taking out luke warm shepards pie, a glance to Gunth*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squints at Ita
"She's FINE. I ain't hurta bitch.. I didn't give her too much.. She's a big
girl." He looks down to Sasha, eyeing her "You're a big girl." He reiterates. He
stands (tossing an Ita off him if shes on his lap) and moves to the
refrigerator.
Sasha: "Yeah, I'm fine." She nods a
little, as if to counter the red mark on her shoulder. "I am a big girl. I was
doin' just fine..." She grins at Gunther. "Right?"
Ita McNairee: sweet loves.. ah dinnae thenk
ye gie her tae mooch. but hungry's hungry.. aye? 'as naethen tae dae wie ze
germans. *she moves towards sasha and sits down. offering the food and a little
plastic fork, a crooked smile up to the skinhead*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther nods and
reaches in the frigde to grab a beer. He pops the top and takes a swig, tromping
for the bedroom door "I'ma pass tha fuck out. Long day. You can crash on tha
couch if ya want Sasha."
Ita McNairee: G'necht darlin. ah'll breng ye
moore food en tha evenen, aye? *she smiles fondly after him*
Sasha: "Okay...night." She takes the food
and fork from Ita, and starts to eat...that fast kind of eating, like you expect
it to be gone if you look away for a moment.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Without another word,
Gunther tromps through the open bedroom door and downs the beer before pulling
off his shirt and plopping down on the dingy dumpster dive matress. He doesn't
even bother to close the door.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((night guys. *G* oh..
and Gunther snores. Loudly.))
Ita McNairee: (*laughs* thats why we love
him)
Sasha: ((*G* Yep!))
Ita McNairee: *the pikey refills the bottle
with water and brinsg it to sasha, watching her eat* were hungry
Sasha: She finishes it up in record
time...if not for the enhanced senses, one would wonder if she even tasted it. A
shrug. "Eating habit." She takes the bottle with a small smile. "Um...thanks."
Ita McNairee: *she takes back the container,
lidding it and shoving it in her satchel* need a hotel tae sleep en? oor ye
promise nae tae pawn poor gunther's stuff?
Sasha: "I'll be fine here." She nods.
"Never rip off a drug dealer. Learned that lesson long ago."
Ita McNairee: *she smiles* thank ye Sasha
doves. *her eyes slip to a gunther, but reassured by snorning she lullabys
softky* Ah'm soory effen tha beg las hurt ye any.
Sasha: A shrug. "Wasn't nothin' I didn't
hint at. Spent enough time on the street, you start to be able to judge a guy,
and what he might want." She really does seem remarkably non-chalant about it,
though the ecstacy is still working into overtime, and she lays back against the
cushion of the couch, wiping at her forehead with the back of a hand.
Ita McNairee: stell.. nae foon hurten. jobs
rough enough. *she gives a smile and fetches more water. damn X*