William Halloran: The man gets off work, heading directly up the stairs to the apartment over the Dophin after a good-bye given to Jimmy, the night shift guy. Out the bar's door, three steps to the right, and then he's up the stairs to his apartment.

Smithy: papi papi.. papi chulo... *what he enters upon is the single most horrendous act of "dancing" a white girl has ever undertaken*

Smithy: *she's got headphones on for god knows what reason, consodering the music is clear as can be, As smithy air guitars, head bobbing, working on what looks unpleasantly like a gun of some sort, screwing a silencer onto it between "rifts"*

William Halloran: He heads up to the front door, frowning as he hears the music through the door. What the...he turns the knob and steps inside, wicing at the volume level. And the music itself.

Smithy: *foot forward forward forward, dangle back back back.. shake ass, wave head around.. yep. thats some horrible dancing. oh god... oh dear God. its just atrocious. she's yet to see the giant, more or less absorbed in some 1337 ass shaking as she torqs up a tiny blow torch*

William Halloran: He just kind of stares at her from the doorway. It's very much like a train wreck...horrific, but to disturbingly fascinating to look away from. The giant finds that he just...can't...look away, as he stands in the entrance to the aparment.

Smithy: suave mente yo...mueve el cuerpo! asi tienes que aserlo slow! ...con el tempo...al fondo flow.. arriba, arriba, arriba otra vez! *since when does the gunsmith know SPANISH? apparently since now, and its .. rapping in it.., she twirls around and seeing him gives a grin, one foot propped up on a chair, ass shaking not stopping as she braces herself and heats some metal..*

William Halloran: He finally comes to his senses and shuts the door behind him, moving into the apartment. ~SP~ "You're going to wake the dead at the local cemetary." Well, now. They're both full of surprises.

Smithy: *she cranks her head sideways.. like she knows spanish! her voice raises above the music* WHAT?

William Halloran: "TURN IT DOWN!" He bellows. Yeah, he can get louder then the music, too. He smirks a little bit, heading through the apartment, toward the kitchen.

Smithy: I CAN'T HEAR JOO N00B! HOLD ON! *she cranks her headphones down and breaks off the metal she was heating, plunging it into water with a hiss of steam and smoke taking the place of the music*

William Halloran: He opens the refrigerator, getting out a few beers. He heads back out into the living room, holding one out in her direction. "I said turn it down. Cana't hear myself. What're ya doin'?"

Smithy: w00t! *she's all manic grin at the beer, stepping over the boiling vat of hot metal and water and snatching it from him, cap popped off with her teeth and spit into the tub* Baking cookies bitch. WTF it look like i'm doing?

Smithy: *that manic grin doesn't waver though, apparently she's in a good mood, the apartment is sweltering hot, sheen of sweat all over the muscles of the halfnude gunsmith*

William Halloran: "Looks like yer makin' firepower." He moves to the broken couch and drops down on it, ignoring the groan it gives. "For someone in particular, or just for you?"

Smithy: this bitch is mine, Gunther has to make good on the killing spree he promied me in the bronx. I've got him over a barrel. *she wraggles her eyebrows as she drains some of the beer, flopping on the couch with little regard as to him being there*

William Halloran: "Killin' spree?" A brow quirks over a bloodshot eye, as the cap is popped off and he takes a drink. "Who or whatcha killin'?"

Smithy: *she streeeetches with a clank of her spine, feet going over the back of her couch, head dangling towards the floor* Vampires and them some gypsy bitch. *she cracks her jaw, hand coming up to scratch at a tattooed breast* Figure I need a modified gun. shooting the fuckers doesn't seem to do jack shit..joo know?

William Halloran: He blinks, his body going tense. "Gypsy? What gypsy?"

Smithy: i don't know, some llamer bitch Gunther wants dead. *she snorts, wiping the sheen of sweat off her pale body. yeah.. she smells great. gun grease, blood, sweat, metal... mmmmm fragrance du smithy* but fux that. hes been owing me a fucking killing spree forever. no pay, no play.

Smithy: motherfucking n00b. *she drinks more, shooting a galnce over to him with wild white eyes*

William Halloran: His jaw clenches, hand tightening on the beer bottle...he doesn't seem to have heard anything past 'Gunther wants dead.' "Fuck."

Smithy: whoa. WTF n00b? *She cranks her head at him from upside down* Joo look like joor having a seizure *she gives a laugh, seizures rocked* WTF?

William Halloran: He scowls and gets up, finishing his beer and letting the bottle drop to the floor. The remainder of the beers are picked up, minus one for the madown, and carried with him to his room, the door kicked shut with his foot.

Smithy: *click. she blinks*

Smithy: *click click. did he just.. oh no he did NOT! She rolls off the couch* HEY! WTF n00b?! *on hand on her hip with the beer, the other palm up at her shoulder.. now what the hell was that! she scowls*

William Halloran: No answer from the bedroom, beyond a faint growlish sound...and then, the sound of a loud crash.

Smithy: whoa! jesus motherfuck! *she tries the knob with one hand, lappy coming into the other*

William Halloran: The door's unlocked; when the door opens, the beers are sprawled over the bed. Williams glaring down at the dresser he just smashed with an overhead clubbing blow, not even really having registered that the door's opened. Looks like the dresser was a little sturdier then he planned...there's a little bleeding from his hands where they collided with the top of the furniture.

Smithy: wh-hooaa.. *impressed. but not impressed enough that the beer isn't slid into a pocket, gun out in its place* dude. seriously ..WTF? *she's half laughing, until she sees the beers have been thrown. whoa. shit. thats serious. she strafes sideways to the bed. eyes wide on him, peering creepily* Hill giant. Team chat here. come in hill giant!

William Halloran: There's a long pause of silence between Smithy's last words and when William finally looks her way, blinking. He looks back to the dresser and flushes. "Fuckin'...nothin'. Fuckin' bullshit." He steps away from the dresser, with slow, careful steps, breathing slowly starting to calm down. "Just fuckin' bullshit."

Smithy: *she cranks her head sideways, gun sloooooowly going back in her belt loops, one wide eye on him as she watches him move. Confused* Whats bullshit? WTF? *she looks up at him hair clanking as she lifts her chin* Sit the fuck down before i gib joor huge ass.

Smithy: stat. *she croaks, watching him an odd sort of confusion, scowling a moment at her feet, before looking back up to him*

William Halloran: "Gunther." He shakes his head, lip curling. "Fucker's tryin' to get you to kill my friend, and he doesn't even have the fuckin' decency to do it to my face." He pushes the beers out of the way, snapping one up and popping it open as he drops down onto the mattress. "Motherfucker."

Smithy: *she takes her beer out of her pocket, scowling and leaning against the door, watching him* Who am I killing? * oh dear smithy. has it gotten to the point where you don't know any more? bad maddie. she takes a swig*

William Halloran: "Just told you," he snaps. "Friend o' mine. Name's Ita. Used ta be Gunther's friend to, but some kinda shit went down between 'em. Ita asked me to stay out of it, stay Gunther's friend...ain't seen hide nor hair of 'er since."

Smithy: oh the gypsy with the dogs and the mini-me's. LOL *She drops her empty beer at the door and moves to sprawl on the bed, snagging another one and cracking it open* pff yeah. he wanted her toast. but I told the fucker not unril he makes good on the ~last~ favor I did his invisi-raping ass.

William Halloran: He throws her a look. "Invisi-raping? The fuck you talkin' about?"

Smithy: *she scowls amd rolls her eyes bitterly* I ghosted everyone on the fucking level, and gib slut decided since he was invisble he should cyber my ass up. That mother fucker has some serious Strength stats. *she snorts, before taking a swig and adding in her defense* I couldn't see the fuxxer!

Smithy: whatev's.. *she grumbles sourly, but now she's thinking she should have shot him more. maybe next time she sees him*

William Halloran: "In English." He scowls. "Pretend it's real life, Smithy. 'splain it to me that way. Still a, uh...noob, remember?"

Smithy: *she scowls back. fuck. talking in RL? how long had that been. how long HAD that been? she takes a swig of beer, considering how to go about this.. AH!* Got all up on with the rape and pillage. Viking style. .. he was invisible. Didn't know where the fuck to shoot. Gibbed my ass. Literally. *a snort and a shake of her head. next time he turns nvisble she's just going to autofire*

William Halloran: Invisible...invisi-rape. Strength stats. Rape. The beer is slowly set down, the giant's face stone-cold. He gets up off the bed, reaching under. He comes out witn a metal baseball bat, hefting it.

Smithy: WHOA HEY! WTF!*lappy. out. immediately. She's not getting smashed with a fucking bat* Dude. put the slammer down before i decode joor ass! *she's jumped off the bed, gun in the other hand, beer spilling on the sheets where she left it*

William Halloran: "Ain't for you," he says, remarkably calmly. Almost eerily. He ignores the gun pointed at him, turning to walk out the door into the main room and, presumably, outside.

Smithy: HEY motherfucker! Where the hell are joo going? *she's watching him incredulously, heading after the big man* Jo are NOT fucking zoning on me.. I will hax joor big ass! *she threatens croakily*

William Halloran: He doesn't stop. Doesn't even seem to hear her. The barrel of the bat rests on his shoulder, and he quite calmly walks to the front door, turning the knob and pulling it open to step outside.

Smithy: *a croaking noise of annoyance as she just.. stares at him. wtf? .. whoa. a gun smith was confused, hollering* Its just a game!

William Halloran: "Then he'll come back to life. 1-Up, right?" He steps past the door, his voice trailing behind him as he walks down the stairs. "Ain't rapin' people in my game. Or killin' my friends, either." He has one goal in mind...the apartmnent he last knew Gunther to be living at.

Smithy: *confusions. why was she concerned? she sinks back into the couch with a clank. She listens to the creak of the stairs as the big man goes off on a killing spree by himself. hell. she was liking him more everyday. a scowl.. still.. there was something niggling her....*

William Halloran: He's gone for a good forty, forty-five minutes. Too bad for him, Gunther done moved and didn't tell him. Eventually, he makes his way back toward his apartment, a deep frown on his face as he turns back onto the block and heads for the stairs up.

Smithy: d10: arete: 9,10,6,

Smithy: *she's watching his approach on her lappy, having realized about 15 minutes after he left that there was a sady to contend with as well, Gun smith having his back, though even she's not entirely sure why. At least she didn't have to zone him*

Smithy: *lappy on her abs, feet crossed up on the arm of the couch, beer in her hand. she's made herself right at home*

William Halloran: He makes his way up the stairs, a heavy stomp all the way up, and pushes the door open. Oh, yeah, the giant's in a foul fucking mood. No longer calm, though not quite ragin, either...he's just pissed. He steps into the apartment, door slamming shut behind him, and the bat gets tossed into the corner. Eyes turn to Smithy. "Fucker's not there no more."

Smithy: *she stretches* if we're going to have a getting angry contest, i win n00b. If it pisses you off that much I'll not kill the bitch... Ok llamer? Vatti owes me shitloads anyway. Now catch *beer tossed at him*

William Halloran: He catches the beer and moves to the couch, dropping down onto it and making something in the broken-down furniture snap. He just scowls and pops the cap off the bottle, staring at the coffee table.

Smithy: *she puts the lappy on the coffee table as she sits up, watching him with an odd expession on her face a moment. Odd for smithy anyhow. the lappy shows him looking at it, her looking at him. a birds eye veiw. the bottom of the creen flashes please enter zone cheat. Smithy takes a swig of beer*

William Halloran: He looks at himself and her on the screen of the laptop, instictively looking over his shoulder...right. No camera...duh. He shakes his head and sighs, looking at Smithy with a frown.

William Halloran: d10: Per+Emp: 4,6,8,10,

Smithy -> William Halloran: that oddness about her is softness. which is why it looks so odd. little save fake breasts is soft on smithy. She's confused as hell. Why was she worried? and why did she care id sady ate him...? But there seems to be some genuine affection there for the big man. Even if Smithy doesn't know what to do with it. Rather like someone realizing girls don't have cooties after all. or that they're gay. that sort of niggling thing, though smithy's naturally suspicious

Smithy: *she frowns back and does a double take, seeing the screen's still streaming data. a click of her vr monocle and the image reduces to a pikel of light, then nothing*

Smithy -> William Halloran: she also doesn't get that the rape was part of the reason for him going over there. what else has she laughed off, if thats par for the course. you know?

William Halloran: He looks back to the laptop thingy and grunts. "Ain't right, what he done to ya. Or what he wants ta do ta Ita."

Smithy: enh. I gibbed his bald npc ass up. whatev's. *she shrugs. she can't say anything about the gypsy woman.* I already said I'd not frag the bitch. WTF.. *she snaps, getting up and dragging her beer with her, scowling suddenly*

William Halloran: He looks up to her. "Sorry. I just..." It turns into a mutter. "...fuck, I dunno." He knocks the beer back.

Smithy: *she needed some distance. Her beer is emptied in one swig, crossing her arms under her breasts, She leans against the wall across from the couch, and starts watching him with creepy white eyes. Attractive? Not with all those tattoos and body mods. Not even to the freak crowd. She'd crossed the line into "too much" a long time ago, and just kept on going*

William Halloran: The beer is quickly finished off, and he looks back at Smithy. "Listen. I'm just...I got three friends in this world, game, whatever. You, Gunther, an' Ita. Now, Gunther's tryin' ta kill one o' em, fuckin' raped you, and that makes him not one o' mine anymore. I'm sorry if I upset ya. Didn't mean to...just angry." He shrugs. "Don't get that angry often."

Smithy: *She blinks with a click of tattooed eyelids. Her head cranks sideways as she considers this, then croaks* Gunther lives with a vampire. joo'd get fuxxed up, fragged, and reboot, and then I'd have to find joor fuxxing.. *she trails off. head cranking the other way, eyes unfocussed, mouth opening a little.. ... .. what?*

William Halloran: He looks at her, frowning in confusion. "Have to find my what? What's wrong?"

Smithy: n00b ass.. whu-*she flicks her eyes to him, narrowing them a moment in matched confusion*

William Halloran: He watches her for a moment, then sighs. "Look, it's just...I like ya, Smithy. And I don't wantcha to get hurt. Not that I don't think yer, uh, El-eet, but who knows, right? And Gunther's an asshole. Thought maybe he was cool. Cool ain't, uh...fraggin...my friends."

Smithy: *she's a little zoned out, nodding at him slowly, hair clanking* .. yeah... *she tongues her teeth a moment before looking at him. then looking back at unfoccussed nothingness. then back to him. Coming to a descision she pushes off from the wall and clomps towards the couch*

William Halloran: He watches her cloesly, not quite sure what she's gonna do. What he's picked up aside...the woman could just decide a bullet to the head is an adequate expression of friendship. He leans back, watching as she approaches the counch. A little nervous.

Smithy: *the mad woman approaches, and shoves his armo out of the way so she might sit facing him, rump settled suddenly and with no regard to his personal comfort, in his lap. she got something of a strange look on her face, like she's just eaten somthing thats not sitting well with her. she cranks her head to the side, squinting at the giant*

William Halloran: He watches her closely, even as an arm comes out to rest around her, supporting her should she make to jerky a motion and fall. "What's on yer mind?"

Smithy: *A determined narrowing of white eyes, and she jerks forward in one violent motion, both hands digging into the back of his head as she presses tattooed lips to his roughly, eyes remaining open. creepy. *

William Halloran: His eyes widen in surprise as she surges forward, body instinctually tensing defensively...until he realizes what sher's doiwn. His other arm curls around her, returning the kiss, his own eyes half-lidding as he does so.

Smithy: *she doesn't know what the hell to do now, so she continues kissing him, eyes clicking shut as he kisses back. She should have had a step 2 in mind.*

Smithy: *WTF are joo doing? confusion swirls in her already addled brain, but its pushed away as she shifts on the giant, knees clamping hard around his hips as she escapes into chemical reaction and weird stomach queasiness*

William Halloran: He's still tense for several moments into the kiss...this would be a hell of a way to distract him befor an attack, the giant's paranoid side would say. Finally, he just kind of gives into it, arms tightening around the insane gun-maker as he kisses her back.

Smithy: *attacking would be somewhat difficult, hands both on the back of the giant man's head, knees at his hips.. she could perhaps, with effort, groin him.. But she's being wrapped up too tightly to get at her guns. Something to be said for the huge wrestler's strength. she finally pulls back, lips a little swollen. she croaks* huh. Lame.

William Halloran: When the kiss breaks, his eyes open a little bit, frowning at Smithy's words. Hesitance and nervousness hit his face. "What's lame?"

Smithy: Online relationships. *She smirks* They never work. *she cracks her neck with a painful sounding twang, shunting position in his lap*

William Halloran: A tiny wince at the sound of that crack...nothing he ain't done before, though. "Yeah, well." He clears his throat a little, getting a little boyd, at least. "Never say never. After all, ya ever this I'd wake up?"

Smithy: STFU *She snorts and watches him like he was an anomally. which he was. she'd never managed to actually wake anyone up before. She guessed he was like Tigo. a nod to herself. yeah. that made sense*

William Halloran: He grins a little bit and shrugs. "So what's goin' on here, then? What's the plan?"

Smithy: plan? *she croaks, hands resting lazily on the nack of the big man's neck.. she wraggles her eyebrows and chews on a gear from her hair* we fraggin somethin?

William Halloran: "No. No fraggin'." He shakes his head. "Just meanin', what's happenin' next?"

Smithy: pff. dunno. never done this level. *she shrugs* probably something to do with vampires or werewolves.

William Halloran: He chuckles a little bit and shakes his head. "I give up," he says to himself, chuckling a bit.

Smithy: joor never gunna level if you pull that shit. *she croaks, giving a manic grin and snapping her teeth at him, before scrambling off his lap and clunking into the bedroom. after the beer*

William Halloran: "Yeah..." he grins a little, getting up to follow her. Beer is good. "Workin' on that, I think."

William Halloran: ~FTB~