Twitch: ~The little lump shuffles from it's hideyhole down in the alley, the hood drawn up tight on it's head~

Felisa Espinosa: It had been the first night in several that she ventured to go outside. So much had happened During the last three nights that the Puerto Rican barely had time to think. Which was what she was doing now as she walked along the cold city streets.

Twitch: d10: per + alertness: 7,8,4,8,

Twitch: ~The tiny hood peers out of the alley, beady little eyes turning side to side. Seeing nothing threatening, the tiny robe shuffles out, hands withdrawing up into the sleeves of it's robe and starts shuffling along, sticking close to the walls of the buildings~

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+ alertness: 2,3,8,5,3,

Felisa Espinosa: The walk slowed to a crawl, and then, upon more attention, her feet stopped altogether. On the streets of New York City Felisa had seen all manner of crunked-up shit coming out of alleyways; she could tell you a story or two if you got her in the mood to do so. But a diseased midget... or a very ugly child... or a C.H.U.D.? That's just twenty kinds of fucked up right there. Felisa blinked, in what would have been a state of shock.

Twitch: ~Shuffle shuffle........ it skitters, sticking close to the wall and makes it's way along the street. Stopping here and there to peek around~

Twitch: d10: per + aler: 8,5,4,7,

Twitch: ~Stuffed in one side of the robe is a bugs bunny doll, dirty, and smelling like the rest of the thing. Sewers. Yum~

Felisa Espinosa: Study it. Perhaps figure out it's habits... Or just see how the hell it deals with the world. Felisa was naturally curious. Well, perhaps not naturally: Most people would walk AWAY from such a creature. But for Felisa she decided to tail it.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: Dex+Stealth : 6,1,1,7,

Twitch: ~It pauses by a bum huddled against the building, and a small paper bag is produced from the robe and handed over to the scraggled woman. Then the little thing moves on, and turns around the side of the building, apparently not noticing the woman following~

Felisa Espinosa: Well everything SEEMS to be working according to plan. Felisa took note of the exchange, thinking that for the creature's diminutive size it was capable of congitive thought and compainionship, if not compassion. So C.H.U.D. was out. There was a look at the lady who had gotten the bottle, a quiet nod, and Felisa peeked around the alley to see where it went.

Twitch: ~It makes it's way down the alley, shuffling right down the middle. Then turns and faces a dumpster and stars climbing, gnarled little hands finding holds and pulling it's way up~

Twitch: d10: dex + athletics: 7,2,8,7,8,

Twitch: ~And holy shit is the little thing limber. Climbing that dumpster like a pro could climb a mountain~

Felisa Espinosa: She muttered something incomprehensible, watching. Must be scrounging for food, she guessed.

Twitch: ~It crouches on the dumpster lid, then turns and faces the woman entering the alley~ Who yew? What yew want? ~The beady little eyes settle on Felisa, the gnarled hands wringing together nervously~

Felisa Espinosa: She edged closer, her face a disturbing blank, like it was made of wax and you were looking at it through a museum window. She's all ghettoed out, pants down half her ass, Tweety Bird boxers and a huge jacket. Yes, there's a doo-rag. "Dunno. Saw you walking, thought I'd follow."

Twitch: Why? I dew nothing tew yew. ~Suspicious gaze on the woman now. As she edges forward, the little thing wiggles back, putting it's back to the wall next to the ladder~

Felisa Espinosa: "Didn't say that you did. You're just interesting to me. You know, small. Greenish. Shuffling about. It's something I noticed, you see..." Her tone was level in the way a college radio station DJ would be at around four in the morning, which might lead one to wonder why she wasn't freaking out... like normal people would.

Twitch: ~The eyes narrow suspiciously at her~ But yew thtink at being awe thneaky. Yew might want tew pwaktithe that. ~A sage little nod~

Felisa Espinosa: "It'll come in time. Just as power comes in time if you're clever, and tricky, and willing to do what the other guy won't do for a piece of the rock and a slice of the pie. But fuck all that. Why were you climbing a dumpster?" she asked. her head tilting just a touch.

Twitch: In cathe yew twied tew dew thomething thtoopid. ~the little hood tilts at her and wiggles it's nose, sending the bone spike wiggling~ Pweethe don't thtawe.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He makes his way down the street, hands stuck in the jacket he wears. His head is downcast, but eyes look around as he makes his way along, veering toward an alley. The same alley...what a coincidence

The man walking down the streets is approaching middle-age, and walks with the slumped shoulders and downcast head that usually comes along with a lifetime of being beaten-down. His darkened skin and facial features give away his African-American heritage...probably mixed blood. He’s well-built, with a fighter’s strong upper body covered by a hooded sweatshirt and heavy jacket over it protect him from inclement weather, an a pair of heavy black work boots keep his feet dry.

Felisa Espinosa: "I'm not staring, I'm just looking. Guessing that you don't revel in your uniqueness. Did you think that I would have bundled you up in a sack and taken you to some herky-jerky carnival to sell?" she asked, before thinking about it for a second. "Is that what happened?"

Twitch: d10: hehehe: 2,6,6,

Twitch: ~The beady little eyes go biiiiiiiig, and the lump straightens to a standing position~ yew thtaw away! ~Pointing a gnarled finger at the woman~ THTAY AWAY! ~The little thing presses it's back against the wall, the free hand grabbing hold of the ladder~

Twitch: d10: per + alertness: 1,8,8,6,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Per+Alert: 10,10,7,4,5,7,6,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: d10: Specialty: Attentive: 9,3,

Felisa Espinosa: She tilted her head the other way, the tinest of smirks on her face as she looked at a reaction that seemed more than a little panicked. "So that IS what happened. You're an escapee from the circus! Only in New York, I swear to god. Who was it? Barnum and Bailey?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He pauses, as he hears a shrill, very familiar voice, and then he steps into the alleyway, looking around. His gaze falls on Felisa and Twitch. "Ev'rything awright here?" he asks in his deep bass of a voice.

Twitch: d10: dex + athletics: 10,9,8,5,5,

Twitch: ~The little body confulses, just once, and a stream of chunks, bile, and extremely foul smelling vomit spew forth at Felisa. Right in mid-sentence of Tyrone speaking~

Felisa Espinosa: She turned, looking at the newcomer as the newcomer looked at her in turn. She's pretty, but not beautiful, Puetro Rican with thuggish clothes, and there's the tinest look of confusion on her face. "I'm not sure. I think she's afraid of the circus."

Twitch: ~A sleeve swipes across lips, causing little snags in the fabric, and a look to Tyrone~ Yep. Awe bettew now. ~Big, toothy grin at the man~

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He smirks a little bit to Twitch, nodding. "Good t'hear. How's you?"

Felisa Espinosa: "On now that's just fucking foul!" She stepped back in shock and annoyance, then threw up as the smell hit her like a truck. So much for dinner, then. Sighing, she started to peel off her jacket and put things in her pockets. "And there's some type of gastonomical problem. Are you a friend of hers?"

Twitch: ~The little thing hops down from the dumpster and shuffles over next to Tyrone, wrapping a tiny arm around one of his legs as the beady eyes nestle on Felisa~ Thee thweatened tew take me tew the thucuth. ~Pointing an accusing finger at the woman~

Felisa Espinosa: "No. You panicked when I mentioned the circus, get it right." She shook her jacket and looked at the diminutive little thing, then at the man for a brief moment.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: Per + Empathy: 10,3,5,6,1,

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He looks between then, brow raised and taking a lean against the wall. "Yeah, I'd call 'er a friend. Who th'fuck are you?"

Twitch: ~That gets a few blinks out of the little thing and a curious glance at Tyrone~

Tyrone Allen Greysmith -> Felisa Espinosa: He seems amused by the situation...and curious about Felisa.

Felisa Espinosa: "Stinky, at this point. Otherwise I'm Felisa." She went over and shook his hand, a smile on her face.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He gives Twitch a look.

Twitch: ~The little robe growls and starts shaking, grip tightening around Tyrone's leg as it watches the woman draw close~

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: It would be hard to shake his hand, because he doesn't offer it. He looks her over and grunts. "How fuckin' special for you."

Twitch: ~The little thing remains quiet for the moment, letting them two talk as it just listens, watching~

Felisa Espinosa: She sighed and raised an eyebrow at the CHUD. "I'm not dragging you out of the alleyway and into captivity, for fuck's sake chill. God! Some people. Anyway," she said, looking up at the man, "and you are?"

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Name's Tyrone. Tyrone Greysmith. And you best be a bit nicer, right quick." He looks her over once more, then looks back down to Twitch. "Hey...so, you called?"

Felisa Espinosa: "I've been nice," she said, blinking once and flicking some of the goo away before really looking at it and noticing what it consisted of. Absent-mindedly she started picking at pieces of it.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: Int & Investigation: 3,8,7,5,2,

Twitch: ~The little thing nods, then holds it's arms up to him to be lifted~

Twitch: d10: per + alertness: 5,3,5,1,

Felisa Espinosa: "Interesting. You ate a diaper..." she said, noting what the vomit consisted of, and by that turn of logic noting that Chuddy wasn't human, at least not anymore.

Twitch: It wath a poopy one too. Now yew ith a thit baw. ~A toothy grin over to the woman~

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He gives the little thing a blink, and then a suffering sigh. "Jesus..." He reaches down and picks her up, obviously not all that pleased about it. Sooner he does, sooner he finds out what she wanted.

Felisa Espinosa: "So I smell. Still, I'll have to make a point of using a public laundrymat to get all of this clean; the look of people's faces will be hilarious, and I'll get to play a bit. In a roundabout way I should thank you." She said, smirking.

Twitch: ~The little thing leans in and murmers in his ear~

Twitch -> Tyrone Allen Greysmith: A fwend of mine ith hunting Gunthew. He thaed Gunthew kiwwed anothew fwend of mine.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He frowns deeply and looks at her, muttering back.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith -> Twitch: "What friend?"

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa looked at them both and blinked, then shrugged and went about sliding the larger chunks of goop off her clothes.

Twitch: ~The eyes glance over at Felisa, then leans in again and mutters quietly~

Twitch -> Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Hith name ith Thoth. He'th the one hunting foaw Gunthew. The one that died ith my fwend Mikah.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Brb smoke))

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Hmmm." He shakes his head and leans in to whisper.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith -> Twitch: "Gunther ain't mine no more...little shit's Sady's ghoul now. I ain't responsible for 'im...but if Josh's one-a Micah's people, then we gotta put a stop t'that. He'll break the fuckin' treeaty, an' we'll be at war with the Lupes. Ain't havin' none-a that."

Twitch: ~A nod, and a frown, and some more mutterings~

Twitch -> Tyrone Allen Greysmith: I toawd him not tew dew anything, that I'd thee if I could take caew of it without thtawting a thity-wide waw. Who Thady? Maybe I tawk tew hew? Oaw yew can. But thomething hath tew be done. They want bwood foaw bwood.

Felisa Espinosa: She looked at the whispering duo and sniffed. Well, those two seemed to be a pair and they seemed to be in a conference of some sort. As for Felisa, her curiosity was starting to ebb. "Hm. Guess you two need a bit of time to talk," she said. "I'll take my leave then."

Tyrone Allen Greysmith -> Twitch: "They don' know 'at Gunther killed this Micah kid. Treaty folks ain't persuin' it, 'cause beside past problems, there ain't no proof he did nothin'." A sigh. "Sady's th'Scourge. Brujah bitch."

Twitch: ~The little one makes a face, then nods. A glance to Felisa of curiosity, then some more murmering to Tyrone~

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He looks up to Felisa, frowning. "Yeah, whatever."

Twitch -> Tyrone Allen Greysmith: What yew want me tew dew?

Tyrone Allen Greysmith -> Twitch: "Try an' chill yer friend out. I'll talk ta Sady, see what I can do, I guess."

Felisa Espinosa: "Whatever?" she asked, looking at him with a blank, emotionless stare that had a tendency to make people's skin crawl. She then waved, smiled a charming smile that was just as disturbing, and turned to walk out of the alley. The laundrymat should prove to be interesting...

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: The woman's stare and subsequent smile don't faze him in the least, it seems. He watches her go, unconcerned, and goes back to muttering to Twitch.

Twitch: ~Another nod, then the lump starts wiggling down~ I caw yew if I get moaw infoawmathun. Ok? ~A glance to Felisa as the eyes watch the woman leave, and a look to Tyrone~ Thee'th not noawmaw. I ate thewew thwudge today.

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He sets her down on the ground and nods. "Naah, she ain't normal at all." A grunt, and he shrugs it off. "Yeh, gimme a call if ya learn somethin'."

Twitch: Thankth Tywone. Yew be cawfuw. ~Gnarled little hand pats his leg, then the lump turns and shuffles back towards the end of the alley it entered from~

Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Catch ya later." He watches her leave, then sighs. This was getting complex. He heads into the alleyway, off and away.

Twitch: ~The little thing peers out of the alley, in the direction Feli headed off in, and starts to follow~

Twitch: d10: dex + stealth: 3,9,3,9,5,3,

Felisa Espinosa: It wasn't too far before she found an all night laundymat, one of those dingy things that rival bus stations as far as smells and grime went, and after a cursory check to see there was a clerk or an owner to deal with she sent to work, taking off all the clothes that had been soiled and putting them in the washer. An old lady peered from her book and looked on in distaste.