Sasha: The girl is walking along through a random ghetto in the city, her expression a little wary. She looks worlds different from when she was last in this area...her hair is clean, though still black, and hanging to her shoulders. She's wearing a black T-Shirt, reading "Goddess" across it, and a pair of clean, unripped jeans. Something of the sullen, bitchy whore is missing from her face, replaced by something softer. A silver chain hangs around her neck.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther.. looks as thuggish as always. He tromps from a nearby alleyway, suspisciously looking to either side before stepping out. He leans back against the bricks and reaches a gruff hand into his pocket to rummage for a black n mild. Lighting the thing, he takes a hefty puff.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: 6,6,5,10,1,4,

Sasha: 7,6,4,9,8,5,6,

Sasha: The woman may be less hard-boiled then before, but she's no less alert to the sights of the city...the paranoia of homelessness is something you just don't lose. She notes pretty much everything...including Gunther and his cigarette-lighting. Her eyes narrow a little and she stops, warily, regarding him with a sour and even fearful expression on her face.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts reguarding the woman, exhaling in a downward huff through his nostrils. "Hey." He rumbles, without looking her way. "You lookin fer shit?"

Sasha: She stares at him a moment longer, then shakes her head a little, gritting her teeth against the part of her mind that says OH GOD YES! "No...I'm off that now."

Thomas Judge: They say bad luck comes in three's, well number thress is walking along, actually on the look out for something in particular. Not that he doesn't come to these places, he has been in hell kitchen (which still makes him laugh) the last two days running. He better be careful, he could lose his rep. Another chuckle. So here he is, the ass end of no-where. Leathers on, cough in mouth just minding his own business while keeping his eyes open.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther squirks a brow, thumping some ash to the concrete and a glance to the woman. He smirks. Once a junkie. Always a junkie. "No you're not."

Sasha: Her face flushes with anger, and she scowls at him. "Fuck you, asswipe. You think you fuckin' know me?"

Thomas Judge: 7,9,5,3,

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs defensively "Ain't gotta get yer panties all ina bunch. Just got a good deal on some shit.. thought I'd cut ya some fer cheap. Ain't a biggie." He takes another puff.

Sasha: 3,2,1,6,

Thomas Judge: He hears it before he sees' it, he slowly comes round the corner, that sounded like his now morally correct druggie, who also now has that moral horse stuck firmly up her ass. Hey, it is a good thing, it the whole way it happened. And what else do you know it's ze German. A grin as he walks slowly up.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: 8,2,5,7,2,2,

Sasha: She purses her lips at that, and shrugs, looking over her shoulder and around, as if she's expecting someone to come into view at a moment's notice. "Doesn't matter. I ain't been workin' anyway, so I really ain't got the money to buy from ya anyway."

Sasha: 7,10,2,2,9,6,6,

Sasha: 1,

Sasha: And would you look at that...she expects someone to come into view, and someone does. Just not who she was afraid might. Still, someone who she doesn't much want to see. She looks back to Gunther, then behind her to Thomas...fuck, she's surrounded by asshole.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther looks the woman over. Hmm.. clean. That sucks. "Ain't been workin neither, eh? How come?"

Thomas Judge: He walks past Sasha, not even lookin her way, he just can’t be arsed with her lip today, he walks up to Gun, but says nothing, he is in the middle of a conversation. Never bug the dealer.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther notes Tom, but doesn't look away from Sasha. This was business. He can't be losing clients. Doesn't have many of em.

Sasha: "Someone set me straight. Helped me clean up." She smiles a little, a hint of fondness betrayed. "Ain't even been in the city for almost a month, now."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny chuckle. "An how long you been off tha shit?" He looks at her with a hint of disbeleif.

Thomas Judge: Tom actually nods to Sasha with respect. He...no Tom knew what the drugs were like, they just make you worse.

Sasha: "Since then." She shivers a little bit, twitching slightly as she pulls a cigarette and putting it between her lips. "He went and got me all trapped up in a farm in Upstate. Couldn't find no dealers up there. Nothing much else to do but go through the fuckin' withdrawal."

Thomas Judge: He takes another drag off his cough turning to Gunther "Hey Gun, got sum skunk china?"

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He takes another hefty puff from the mild "Ain't nobody kick it that fast." He gruffs with a tiny smirk.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods to tom "Ja. Just picked some up from Selik. Fire shit."

Thomas Judge: A nod "right on, how much for an ounce gov?"

Sasha: She gives Gunther a glare, but says nothing. She takes a lean against the wall, lighting her cigarette.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther states a somewhat reasonable price. A bit on the high end. After all.. Tom WAS a wanker. He smirks to Sasha and reaches into his pocket, looking back to Tom "You got tha cash on ya?"

Sasha: She can't help but find her eyes drawn to the two, watching the transaction take place with an odd expression on her face...a mix of interest and disgust.

Thomas Judge: He notes the incresed cost, he'll get him back later, "Yeah I got at least half a bag of sand on me gov." He goes into his pocket bringing out a roll of maybe $200. He pulls off the amount and hands it to him "'ere you go gov."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins and takes the cash, handing the man a bagged up oz. "Ain't got my scales on me. But its' straight." Which.. surprisingly enough, is the truth.

Thomas Judge: "I'll take yer word on it." He pockets it and drops his cough on the pavement, it wasn't all for him anyhow. People to see, young people who smoked weed and information to gather from said people. That all goes together nicely you'll notice.

Sasha: Her gaze wavers a little, and she looks down, at her feet, and shifts a little. A drag of smoke is quietly exhaled, wafting into nothing.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny snort, then looks back to sasha with a rough smirk "You sure you ain't want some? I could front it to ya.. til ya get some cash." (what would be the manipulation roll on that? streetwise?)

Thomas Judge: He steps back, transaction over and move on is the routine. He looks to Sasha "Robin work on kickin' it, I chased the dragon to all the wrong places." He regrets it as it leaves his mouth, he knows he is going to get lip back.

Sasha: ((Man+Streetwise would work, sure. Resisting with WP))

Gunther Kasimir Berg: 9,6,4,4,10,

Sasha: 6,4,8,7,

Sasha: She looks up at him, blinking once, before she catches herself actually considering it. It's only for a moment, really. But it's there. Still, she steels herself, and shakes her head. Micah'd find out, and she's lose it all. "N-no, thanks. I'm...um...I'm g-good." Thomas gets no lip, just a furtive glance, before she looks warily back to Gunther, a little meek.

Thomas Judge: He looks to Gun "Hey china, I 'ave no problem wat you do, it a crappy world out there, but don't push the lass, a pusher is different from a dealer."

Thomas Judge: He looks to Gun "Hey china, I 'ave no problem wat you do, it a crappy world out there, but don't push the lass, a pusher is different from a dealer."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs. Ehh.. maybe another time. No one kicks it that fast. "You change yer mind.. you call gunther. I'll hook ya up." He takes another puff from the mild with a bored glance down the sidewalk. He looks back to tom after a moment "Gunther ain't pushin shit. Bitch's twitchin. An I got what she needs. If she ain't want it.. I'll sell it ta someone else."

Thomas Judge: "Don't give me that crap Gun, you offered it for free, might as well ave gone fucking fishin’ she comes to you, fair play." He bites his tongue there, no need to get this going again

Sasha: She looks up at Thomas a moment, a little bit of the smirk coming back, and she nods to him, ever so slightly. A hint of acknowledgment, before she looks to Gunther. "I'll keep it in mind."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He quirks a brow to the man "I ain't offer shit fer free. I was sayin she could hit me back when she had the cash. I know what it's like ta be broke as hell."

Thomas Judge: He shrugs, Let it go, let is fuckin' go, topic change, play the social game. "So Gun, how Sady, the 'tricks' work?" That should get him of point.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "I ain't her fuckin keeper." He gruffs.

Thomas Judge: A roll of the eyes "All I asked, was 'ow was she, was, got to stop being so sensitive china, though I 'ear the chicks dig it." That cheeky cockney grin forms there.

Sasha: Sady. Gunther, and Sady. Oh, yeah. Gang beating and kidnapping. She remembers to scowl a little and be a little more wary again, now that the temptation of a score is gone.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther snorts at Tom "Bitches is crazy.." He looks to Sasha "Why you got that mean ass look pointed my way?"

Thomas Judge: He remembers why, a little shame creeps up, not his best day by a long shot. One of his weakest, but we must not dwell, everyones faith in humanity is tested at times.

Sasha: "Oh, I dunno. Somethin' about teamin' up on some scruffy little fucker, beatin' his ass into the ground, and then kidnappin' him for God knows what." She sneers at Gunther a little bit, body tensing.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther cocks a brow to the woman "You mean that greaseball fuck Rocco.." He shakes his head "Motherfucker was talkin shit ta Sady." He gives a gruff shrug "So I hit him til he couldn't talk no more. We ain't kidnap em. We drug his bloody ass home.. tucked him in with a case of beer.. He cried like a little bitch an we went about our merry fuckin way."

Thomas Judge: He pulls out another cough, blue eyes of the heavens cast down, listening. He brings out his zippo and slowly lights it, his focus shifting to the flame.

Sasha: She narrows her eyes. "Ain't what it looked like to me. Looked to me like he could still walk pretty good...until he tried to escape from the car. Then you kept hittin' him until he couldn't get away."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs "He kept tryin ta touch up on my bitch. I was pissed." He takes a puff from the mild "I ain't kill em." He states, simply.

Thomas Judge: He lifts his head up, he was just to blame, moment of weakness or not, he has to face it. Responsibility, his bad, if you can’t do the lemon don’t do the lemon! ((Yes that is right, both begin with lemon.*s* ))

Sasha: "You know what it looked like to me?" She keeps her gaze on him. "Looked to me like the kinds of things most folks think are those whaddya call it...urban legends. People who vanish, that no one ever hears from again. Only I know it's true. I seen it happen. And it looked a lot like the shit you did."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a low rumble of a chuckle. He rattles off Rocco's address to Sasha "Go check on em if ya want. Gunther ain't give a fuck. I ain't done shit."

Sasha: She looks at him warily, almost like she expect it to be a trap. "Maybe I will."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: He thumps the mild to the ground, stomping it out with a heavy boot "Tell em I said hey." A menacing halfgrin. He wonders to himself if Rocco'd found his dead cat.

Thomas Judge: "Yeah you did, we all did, wat you did was 'pete' an me lettin' you was so bloody 'pete'. True funny man didn't keep his fuckin' mouth shut, but thats not ere or there." He takes a drag from his cough, enjoying the smoke. "an for the record I don't thin Sady was yer bitch at this point, but thats just details."

Sasha: She looks at Gunther, a little unsure at his expression, before Thomas's words draw her attention.

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a gruff nod to Tom "I ain't know either. Til I saw at fucker tryin ta feel up on er." He shrugs, and repeats "I ain't kill em. I wanted to."

Thomas Judge: He looks to Sasha "It was pete, there is no deny it, but lets all be 'onest 'ere. We 'ave all come from a life that is full of shit an crap. Take Gun, he is a bit of a dickhead, and he doesn't know wen to stop but he is actually an alright guy. Yerself, was a druggie now clean, thats robin but you needn't preach on yer now moral high horse, remember, you've seen the gutter too. So 'ow abouts we move past this. It was pete, but he is alright."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther listens to tom's rant, then blinks. Wait.. was that an insult? Hard to tell.. He glares to tom. Just in case.

Sasha: "We'll just wait 'till I know he's all right, 'fore I agree on that." She nods a little. "I believe what I see, and nothin' before."

Gunther Kasimir Berg: Ooo.. He turns his glare to Sasha "You callin Gunther a liar, slut?"

Thomas Judge: A nod "Hey, fair play Sash, don't come much squarer than that, amazing how many need to see to believe." A grin, obviously a private joke. He looks to them both while smoking like a chimney.

Sasha: "I'm sayin'..." She looks to Gunther, her eyes narrowing, jaw setting. "I'm sayin' that I believe what my eyes tell me. Sometimes, not even then. And if yer bein' honest, then I'll find out. If yer not, I'll find that out, too."

Gunther Kasimir Berg : He blinks. If you can't trust your dealer.. who can you trust? He shrugs it off, starting a tromp down the sidewalk "Whatever.. I got shit ta do. Ain't got time fuckin around with folks than ain't believe a fuckin word I say."

Thomas Judge: "See ya later Gun." It's all he can be arsed saying. Anything else will just get an insult.

Sasha: She snorts a little. "We'll see, is all. Words mean shit when it comes from the potential bad guy, and you know it. You're straight on this, and...we'll see." She shrugs a bit.

Gunther Kasimir Berg : Gunther nods without looking over his shoulder "Yeah, fuck you too, Sasha. You call me when you need that hit. See ya round, wanker." He raises a gruff paw in a backward salute to the two and trudges off with a heavy pace.

Gunther Kasimir Berg : (i need to sleep. *G* thanks guys.)

Sasha: ((*hugs* See ya, Scarlet!)) She shakes her head, with another snort, and flicks her cigarette away before lighting another one.

Thomas Judge: ((night Scar, sleep well *hugs*))

Thomas Judge: That’s it, just wanker. “fuck me, I think the guy is mellowin’ out now he is a getting sum.” Eyes flick over to Sasha, for the first time taking in the brightness around the eyes, the clothes, the stance the hope now there. “Yer lookin’ robin pet, far better than wen I first saw you in the park. New York seems to ave been robin to ya”

Sasha: She smirks a little. "Naah, New York's been shit to me, and was for damn near every minute I lived in it. This..." She gestures to herself. "...is somethin' else entirely."

Thomas Judge: “Oh…” yep he assumed like everyone, she came here. “Wat, is it luv, either a woman or man, or you finally just say no, I say luv, for a start no-one lives on a farm on there todd trust me, I’ve met Yorkshire man, tough as leather!”

Sasha: "I...have no idea what the fuck you just said, after 'no one lives on a farm.'" She grunts a bit, then shrugs. "It was...a guy." She smiles a little, though it's tempered with concern. "Helped me clean up, like I said."

Thomas Judge: “Looks robin on ya pet. Take it then the deal is off.” He says like he has knows it was off for sometime, but still it does not hurt to check. You never know.

Sasha: She nods a little. "Yeah, guess so. I'm not workin' the streets anymore, so I don't think I can find this guy for ya."

Thomas Judge: A sincere nod “That’s cool pet, forget about it, it’s robin yer movin’ on. So, got yerself another job yet? It’s ‘arder than it fuckin’ looks” He rolls his eyes blowing the smoke into the air an annoyed expression on his face, not directed at Sasha but the subject at hand.

Sasha: "Naah, not yet." She shakes her head. "Been thinkin' 'bout waitressing, but ya gotta have a clean record. Any, y'know. ID. And shit like that."

Thomas Judge: He blinks “Shit, you gotta ‘ave a clean record to even waitress…that’s messed up, I kid you not, you do lemon and the whole system is stacked against you, it’s fucked up man!”

Sasha: "Well, they all ask, have ya ever been convicted of a crime." She shrugs. "Wouldn't ask if they weren't checkin', ya know?"