Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): *Jaik's up early, this time settling himself down with his folder outside of a cafe, placing a coffee on the table in front of himself as he opens the folder to read over some notes inside..

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): *He pulls a pen out from inside his jacket and makes a couple of notes down on the sheet before he pulls his phone out and makes a call, taking a sip of his coffee while he waits for it to be answered, then speaks quietly when it is answered...

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): *He nods slightly and makes a note down within the folder before closing it, then says something else before he hands up and sighs softly before he takes another sip of his coffee...

Sasha: She hoofs her way down the street, hefting the backpack on her shoulder...a little dazed-looking, weaving a very tiny amount. She's coming from the vicinity of Columbia University, head ducked down to look at the floor, arm wrapped around her stomach. Despite all this...she's smiling, through that dazed, almost dopey expression.

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.

Rene Zitas: *A tall, dark figure lingers in the shadows.*

Rene Zitas: The black man is tall and muscular, suggesting he's the active sort. His skin is nearly ebony. Tattoos, black on black creep out from under his collar and across his bald head like wayward shadows. Traces of old scars mark the back of large hands and dot a severe face. Midnight eyes that might very well skewer your soul are hard to meet for very long. His voice is deep and heavily accented. French maybe? Nondescript in garb, he's clean and wears clothes that are both concealing and comfortable.

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): ((Gah... brb))

Sasha: 4,4,2,8,2,7,6,

Sasha: Maybe she should be alert...somehow, she only barely notices the man at the outdoor cafe approaching. A moment's pause, as she stops, putting her hand out to steady herself against the wall.

Rene Zitas: Obsidian eyes glitter in the darkness as he watches the girl's less than steady steps.

Rene Zitas: ((per + streetwise to recognize her condition))

Rene Zitas: 1,5,5,1,

Sasha: Several slow, forced breaths, then a bit of a half-hearted chuckle. She looks up, and around. Where was she again?

Rene Zitas: Frowns as he watches the young woman. Something decidedly off about her.

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): 9,9,1,8,3,

Rene Zitas: He steps forward, into the light. "Girl."

Sasha: She looks around, slowly, as Rene steps forward. "...hey. I know you...?" Her voice has a dreamy-like quality, like someone half-awake.

Rene Zitas: He steps up, a large hand catching her chin and tilting her head back so he can look into her eyes. "You sick?"

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): *Jaik shakes his head to something his gaze on the folder for a moment before he takes another sip of his coffee and glances around, gaze stopping slightly on Sasha before shifting to Rene when he approaches her, watching them slightly for something better to do as well as a distraction from things...

Sasha: A wide grin. "Nope. Clinic says I'm cleeean. Why, you sick?" She leans her back against the wall, fumbling into the flannel around her waist for a cigarette.

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): *He tilts his head slightly at Rene's action and frowns slightly, taking another sip of his coffee as he does...

Rene Zitas: "What clinic would dat be?" Letting go of the girl rather suddenly. One might think he was deliberately upsetting her balance.

Sasha: 3,6,4,6,

Rene Zitas: 2,9,3,

Sasha: And upset her balance he does, as she stumbles to the side, even leaning against the wall. She has to pause to seady herself. "The one I...I goo too to make sure I ain't all...y'know." She waves her hand in the air. "Diseased, and shit."

Rene Zitas: "De question iz which diseases eh? Aids maybe?" Arching a bushy brow at the girl.

Sasha: "So far." A lazy shrug. "Ain't got nothin'. 'cause I'm smart 'bout it, you see."

Rene Zitas: "How so?" His tone gruff and demanding of answers although his voice isn't loud.

Jaikula Freedom (Outdoor Cafe): *Jaik frowns slight more, debating slightly for a moment and goes to stand then stops as his phone beeps at him and glances down at it and the message, then grabs his phone and slips it into his pocket before he gulps down the rest of his coffee and grabs the folder and moves off down the street...* ((gtg sorry, got family here distracting me :( ))

Sasha: "It's called a double wrap." Her hands start to make a motion, moving to demosntrate on an invisible prop. "Whatcha doo, see, is you..." She trails off, looking back. "Who are you, again?"

Rene Zitas: "Rene." Watching the girl's hands as she ... demonstrates.

Sasha: "Hi, Rene." She smiles a little. She was quite obviously in the middle of demosntrating double application of a condom. "Do I knoow you...?"

Rene Zitas: "Wot iz your name, girl?"

Sasha: "Sasha." She takes another sloppy lean against the wall, peering around distractedly.

Rene Zitas: "Who iz your pimp?" Looking the girl up and down.

Sasha: "Don't got...no pimp." She shakes her head, turning unfocused eyes back to Rene. "Don't need no one tellin' me what to do, beatin' my ass. C'n do that with my clients, if I wanna..."

Rene Zitas: "I tink you got maybe a blow to de head. You need a pimp. I can arrange one for you. Bring you safety."

Sasha: A snort. "I ain't got no blow to the head. Several other spots, but not the head."

Rene Zitas: "I tink so." His thick fingers reach for her hair, feeling around for the expected lump on her skull. It's not unlike a scalp massage.

Sasha: No such lump on the back of her head. She looks at him with those unfocused eyes, letting him feel around. He could probably kick her teeth in, and she wouldn't do much to stop it.

Rene Zitas: Fortunately he's not the teeth kicking sort, without cause anyway. "Where you live, Sasha?"

Sasha: She shrugs. "T'night, I was aimin' for a nice little cardboard apartment near the park."

Rene Zitas: "Which park?" Putting an arm around the girl and leading her away from the cafe.

Sasha: She doesn't contest his leading. "Central Park. Lotta people sleep there. Safety in numberers."

Rene Zitas: "Yes it is. You should not be wandering de streets in your condition." Turning left to put them moving towards CP.

Sasha: "Pfft." He shrugs. "I'll be just fine...never been hurt much before. Nothing a few weeks o' takin' it easy couldn't fix."

Rene Zitas: "I'm sure de many girls who wind up dead in dis or dat alley, tot similar tings."

Sasha: "Yeah, but they all were dumb. I'm not." She shakes her head, as she is led on by the man she doesn't even know. "Me, I'm smart about it."

Rene Zitas: Her keeps an around her and leads her down a dark, narrow, alley. "How smart?"

Rene Zitas: (flicks that r out of there)

Sasha: ((Per+Streetwise))

Sasha: 1,8,5,4,2,10,7,

Sasha: 1,

Sasha: "Pretty fuckin' smart, if I do say so myself..." She grins a little, leaning sloppily against him. "I mean, I don' like to brag, but..."

Rene Zitas: "So how would you protect yourself, hmmm?" Pausing one hand on the dirty brick wall beind her the other moving to caress her throat.

Sasha: "I got my ways..." She smirks up to him. "Not like I ain't been on the streets for a while. 'm-a dirty fighter, ya see."

Rene Zitas: He leans in, pressing her against the wall, so she can hardly move. "How you going to protect yourself now?"

Sasha: Okay, she's not THAT stupid. She looks at him, fear quickly coming into her face. "You...what the..."

Rene Zitas: He big hand almost circles her scrawny little neck. "Well?"

Sasha: She watches him, breathing quickly, as a hand tries to sneakily move under the flannel at her waist. ((Dex+Stealth, WP))

Sasha: 6,8,2,5,

Rene Zitas: ((per + alert))

Rene Zitas: 3,7,7,7,5,

Rene Zitas: He's pressed fully against her, which puts the front of her belt line against him, and the back flush to the wall. Spying her subtle move he tries to pin her hands as well. (init? or Dex + Brawl?)

Sasha: ((Dex+Brawl, she's moving slowly, so he's got the initiative.))

Rene Zitas: ((Oh dlp the spying her subtle move, missed the wp))

Sasha: ((Yeah, but she's still got those two botches, thanks to Abbey. *G*))

Rene Zitas: His hands move over her shoulders and slide along her arms, catching her wrists if she doesn't jerk away. The movement slow and sensuous.

Rene Zitas: ((OOoooh yeah. Ain't she a sweetie. Original post stands then. *g*))

Rene Zitas: 1,7,5,6,7,4,4,

Rene Zitas: It's awkward to grab quickly, close as they are. He doesn't back off her though as he grabs for her wrists.

Sasha: She gives a startled yelp as he suddenly grabs her wrists, and goes to headbutt him. ((Init now))

Sasha: 5,

Sasha: ((8 due to damage & drug effects))

Rene Zitas: 1,

Rene Zitas: ((*L* 8))

Sasha: ((Rene has the slight edge, due to the fact that his base Initiative, pre-die roll, is higher.)) She's trying to ram her head into his.

Sasha: 8,8,6,

Rene Zitas: He's pressed against her, and a good 6' tall and then some. Getting the momentum do much harm tossing her head around is going to be a challenge. He merely presses against her a little harder. ((roll that as a block?))

Sasha: ((Yeah))

Rene Zitas: ((str + dodge))

Rene Zitas: 9,8,3,3,10,3,

Rene Zitas: He leans even harder into her, holding her pinned as she squirms and tries to toss her head.

Sasha: She makes a muffled sound of fear as he pins her completely, and just freezes. Best go with whatever he wants...maybe he won't kill her.

Rene Zitas: "I om waiting."

Sasha: "I...what do you want..." Her eyes are shut, adrenaline fighting off the heroin enough for her body to tense, but not much else.

Rene Zitas: "Defend yourself."

Sasha: She gives a whimper, then suddenly, starts struggling with all his might, trying to shove him off. ((Contested Strength))

Sasha: ((WP))

Sasha: 4,6,

Rene Zitas: 4,7,8,

Sasha: She falls back, unable to break the stalemate, sweat heavy on her brow, soaking her clothing. She looks up at him, eyes flashing and lip quivering in combined fear and anger.

Rene Zitas: "So, you tink now, on if you need a pimp, eh? Maybe you not so smart as you tink."

Rene Zitas: He, on the other hand, is quite calm and cool.

Sasha: She glares at him, lip curling, but she says nothing. He's in the position of power, right now.

Rene Zitas: He plants a kiss on her brow and steps back, releasing her.

Sasha: She stumbles across the wall, away from him, reaching down and pulling a knife. It's held defensively, though it waves a little bit, haeroin still muddling her senses.

Rene Zitas: "It is too late for knives, Sasha."

Sasha: "You keep comin', cockbreath, and we'll see how timely it is." She sways a little, but her eyes are locked on him.

Rene Zitas: He shakes a finger at her, his voice taking on a lecturing tone. "You, are already dead. Dis iz your time to tink about your mistake."

Sasha: "Fuck you, asshole." She takes a couple wavy steps back from him, not getting what he's saying. "Get the fuck out of here."

Rene Zitas: He reaches into his pocket and produces a slim case, which he flips open. After selecting a hand rolled cigarette he lights it up, making no move to get the fuck out of anywhere.

Sasha: She stares at him, angrily, focusing that anger on him. She needs some strength to get away. His will do. ((Psychic Vampirism 2; Sucking WP. I roll Manip+Empathy vs. your WP, you resist w/WP vs. 6. Drain 1 WP from you per net succ))

Sasha: 8,4,5,6,9,3,

Rene Zitas: 10,9,5,4,5,6,10,

Rene Zitas: ((Does he get an awareness roll on that?)) He takes a long deep drag, midnight eyes trained on her.

Sasha: ((Nope. Psychic Numina don't provoke Awareness)) She frowns at something...God dammit, is NOTHING going to go right this fucking week? "You gonna let me by?" she growls. "Or am I gonna have to stab your ass?"

Rene Zitas: "Are you tinking about wot I told you? Or are you tinking about your anger?"

Sasha: "I'm thinking you'd better let me the fuck out of here, asshole."

Rene Zitas: He taps ashes into his palm, lifts his hand, and *puffs* blowing them at her.

Rene Zitas -> Sasha: (ent 2, bad luck, extended roll, wp x 3)

Rene Zitas: 6,3,7,

Rene Zitas: ((and awareness))

Sasha: 1,7,5,3,10,

Sasha: 4,

Rene Zitas: 8,6,3,

Rene Zitas: 5,6,8,

Rene Zitas -> Sasha: ((None of this cursed all week business, but her luck right now, couldn't be worse. *c*))

Sasha -> Rene Zitas: ((All right, so 10 succ...one to effect pattern, leaving 9. You can spend that with 3 succ to make it last a week, or 4 to last a month. With 3 succ, it'll be a -3 to die rolls, with 4 succ, it'll be -2.))

Sasha -> Rene Zitas: ((Ahh, okay, nm. *G*))

Rene Zitas -> Sasha: ((What about making it last the scene as a -4?))

Sasha -> Rene Zitas: ((Cool.))

Sasha: She stares at him, totally confused as to what that gesture was for. "The fuck is that...some kinda symbolism?"

Rene Zitas: "Voodoo," he says plainly. "I om a priest."

Sasha: She snorts. "Yeah, whatever. C'n I go now?"

Rene Zitas: "You tell me if you con. Are you tinking yet?"

Sasha: "Yeah, I'm thinkin'. Why?"

Rene Zitas: "Because you were not tinking before. Put de knife away, Sasha. You do not need dat."

Sasha: She frowns a little, eyeing him suspiciously. The knife does go away...she can't use it effectively, anyway, and they both know it.

Rene Zitas: He points a thick index finger at her. "Now, you consider wot happened dis night. You tink on it, girl!" And with that he walks off. ((Must sleeeeeep.))

Sasha: She watches him leave, then shakes her head, muttering to herself, as she stalks off. Dumb motherfucker. She trips a couple times on the way out...God damn her fucking luck. Fucking classic. Cursing up a storm, she heads to go home.