Sady [night]: ~Resltess. That's what she's been lately. Ever since the shit went down with Smithy she's been thinking and it's making her restless. So she takes off for the night, and just walks. Needing to get out for awhile~

Sady [night]: ~She cuts over a couple of streets and heads for a playground, hands stuffind down into her pockets~

Misty Greymoore: And sat, on a swing, the parasol over one shoulder and a comic book in one hand, is Misty. Humming to herself, swinging a very -little- as she reads in the dark. Slender, graceful, always watching and curious, with fastidiously clean habits and always clothing of deep blacks and purples and greens; usually laces and silks, very much a goth. Lace goth at that. Eyeliner. A pentacle on a tight necklace always there, as well.

Sady [night]: ~Not typically observant outwardly, her eyes down on the ground as she tromps towards the slide. There's no remorse on her face, nor in her mind. Which is the part that's bothering her. That and Gunther's weird behavior~

Misty Greymoore: The parasol twirls, and her eyes peer over the comic book, before it's closed and slipped into a pocket of her thick woollen coat. A slightly smug smile on her features, watching the older woman - Misty, barely clocking in at 16, and -far- too fragile to be alone at night - and then, speaking up "Careful. Might not trip over the ground, but you won't see the lamppost you're headed for"

Sady [night]: ~She lifts her eyes sharply, narrowed to slits. Until she sees the young girl, and the glare shifts to smirk. Eyes move to the pole, then to her and she nods once, stepping around it~ Thanks. Tha hell are ya doin out here this time a night kid? ((If you need a DD, lemme know :) ))

William Halloran: He walks his way down the street, hands in the pockets of his 5XL leather jacket. His ruined, crushed face is downcast, eyes on the ground, a cigarette hanging between his lips as he makes his way down the street. His expression is slack, half-hearted as his size 22EEEEE shoes hit the sidewalk.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Sady [night]: ((BRB..... I smell a dirty diaper))

Sady [night]: ((Or not. ~chuckles~ Man that girl has some foul gas))

Sady [night]: ((And....... We lost Misty))

Misty Greymoore: "Why not?" Is her vaguely smug smile. A small white cylinder to her mouth, a press of dark lips around it. Not lit, though. Breathing out steam "I like it out here. And you" She hops to her feet, squirming the parasol through the chains of the swing "Meet interesting people"

Sady [night]: Good way ta get yerself hurt. ~She climbs up on the slide and settles down, making herself comfortable~ Me? ~Smirks~ I'm a night owl.

Misty Greymoore: "Hurt implies they'd catch me" Slightly full in the cheeks for a goth, her smile is ... cattish, no two ways about it. The cylinder, stuck behind an ear "And no. I'd just flutter my eyelashes and ask to be home for tea" The type of voice, admittedly, that might get away with it ... soft, low, carrying. Penetrative "And aren't you worried, then? If it's -so- dangerous?"

Sady [night]: ~She snorts, eyes casting around with a shake of her head~ Nah. I can hold my own jus fine most days.

Sady [night]: d10: per + alert: 5,2,10,2,

William Halloran: He looks up momentarily at the sound of voices, looking over Sady and Misty a moment. He recognizes Sady, of course, but Misty could be anyone to him. He grunts a little, his footsteps taking him in their direction. Two large lungfuls of cigarette smoke are exhaled into the air.

Misty Greymoore: She keeps her smug, lazy grin as she leans against the swing supports "That's just fine, then. Isn't it?" A breath out, steam curling and vanishing it. She puffs at the tiny clouds, amused

Sady [night]: ~She tilts her head to William~ Hey man. Long time no see.

Sady [night]: ~A glance back to Misty and a shake of her head, followed by a snort. Then another look to Will and her eyebrow raises~

William Halloran: He grunts to Sady, taking a drag off the smoke as his eyes find the pavement again. "Heya." He shrugs non-comittally, slowing to a pause.

Sady [night]: S'wrong witcha man? Ya look like yer puppy died or somethin. ~She dangles her feet over the side of the slide and lets them swing, producing a toothpick from her jacket pocket and putting it between her teeth~

William Halloran: He snorts a little bit, head swinging to the side to look across the street, away from Sady. "I fuckin' wish." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a flask and opening it, bringing it to his lips for a swig.

Sady [night]: Ya seen tha little pikey lately? ~She bites down on the toothpick, glancing over at Misty again, then looking back to Will~

William Halloran: "Nope." He shakes his head, a slack look that's both sour and sadder coming to his face. "Ain't seen 'er since Gunther started tryin' ta kill 'er for some reason."

Sady [night]: ~Her eyes narrow~ He what? ~Her eyes narrow again, the feet stop swinging~

William Halloran: "You heard." He looks to her, eyes sullen. "Way I hear it, yer pretty close t' Gunther, too, so I doubt yer all that s'prised. Fucker ain't exactly secretive with how he feels 'bout people."

Sady [night]: I knew he was mad at Ita, but I ain't hear nuthin bout him goin after 'er. That why yer so mopey an shit?

William Halloran: He shrugs. "No big fuckin' deal. Ain't no one in my life stays more then a heartbeat anyway." He pulls out another cigarette, chain-lighting it off the old one before flicking the butt away.

Sady [night]: Yeah whatever. Yer sulkin. I can prolly get 'im off 'er back if it'll make ya feel better. I don' want 'im goin after 'er anyways.

William Halloran: A little shrugm quiet for a long moment, watching the ground. "H...hey. You, umm...you know if he's seen...has he seen Smithy around?"

Sady [night]: ~She straightens up, her eyes narrowing once more. She bites down on the toothpick and looks over to the swings where Misty was, giving a shrug~ Not inna coupla days. Why? ~Spitting out the remains of the toothpick~

William Halloran: "Coupla days?" He looks up, eyes actually hopeful. "Where was she? I ain't seen her in a fuckin' week."

William Halloran: Oh, dear God. Sady just gave William hope. And he's hanging onto it like a drowning man with a life preserver, from the look in his eyes.

Sady [night]: ~She winces and scratches the back of her head. Has it really been that long? Shit.~ Why ya so worried bout 'er anyways? Crazy bitch. She ain't done nuthin but start shit.

William Halloran: "'cause I'm lookin' for 'er. That's why." He frowns a little. "Where was she? Where'd ya see 'er?"

Sady [night]: She was workin on some fucked up thing. ~She shrugs and starts digging around for another toothpick, frowning. Then it dawns on her. Her eyes blink a few times and she looks at him, Gunther's words running through her head about Will. Same Will? Gotta be. Oh damn. Time to go. She climbs down off the slide and starts tromping away from it, watching him~

William Halloran: He blinks, stunned by the woman's reaction. "Sady...what the...?" He starts following her, his jaw setting. "Why ain't no one answerin' my questions, Sady? Why're people actin' all wierd when I ask people about Smithy? You, Spitfire...what the fuck's goin' on?"

Sady [night]: Ya don't want tha answers Will. Yer a good guy. Jus.... ferget about 'er, a'ight? ~She shoves her hands in her pockets and scowls, not looking at him~

William Halloran: "Fuck you." He keeps walking. Anger, frustration, fear...it's all setting in. Right now, anger's taken the forefront. "The fuck happened? Gunther decide he didn't have enough of fuckin' RAPIN' her? Had to finish the job or somethin'?"

Sady [night]: ~She stops in her tracks, spinning on him with a sneer~ Gunther didn' start SHIT wit' that fuckin bitch! Don' you FUCKIN DARE try an say some FUCKED up shit that ain't true. ~Her fists ball up, her boots plant~

William Halloran: He towers over her, glaring down. "Yeah. You keep sayin' that, Sady. Keep tellin' yerself Gunther's a good fuckin' guy. That he don't rape women, or try ta kill pregnant women. Smithy may have been crazy...but at least she wasn't fuckin' blind." If looks could kill right now...but no matter what, he'll never raise a hand against a woman. His lip twitches into a sneer, staring down at her, nothing but dark in his face. Dark anger, dark sorrow, complete desolation...and fury.

Sady [night]: d10: willpower: 7,6,5,3,5,

Sady [night]: ~She steps right up to him, head tilting back to look up into his face. Her own temper rising, but managing to keep some minor semblance of control over her own mouth~ Don' make me kick yer ass Will. Gunther ain't no fuckin rapist. Jus fuckin ferget 'bout 'er, an don' worry bout Ita. He ain't gonna touch 'er.

William Halloran: And he's staring right back down. "Bullshit. Yer just fuckin' blind, ya dumb bitch!" He leans down, inches away from her face, shouting at her. "HOW...THE FUCK...am I s'posed to forget about 'er? Could YOU forget someone like THAT?!?!?"

William Halloran: d10: Cha+Intimidation(WP): 9,4,7,4,8,10,

Sady [night]: d10: willpower again: 8,7,7,2,2,

Sady [night]: ~She takes a couple steps back, sneering defensively~ Fuck yeah I could. Bitch couldn' fuckin hold 'er own an got what she FUCKIN DESERVED! I can give ya the fuckin location of tha god damn trash can she got left in if it'll help ya fuckin feel better! ~Another couple steps back. Pissed now, her fists tightening~

Sady [night]: d10: self control: 9,3,2,

William Halloran: And he nearly stumbles at that, as all color drains out of his face. His expression turns from anger to utter, disbelieving horror. His knees buckle, and he drops to them...well, at least now he's Sady's height. Staring at her wide-eyed, jaw hanging open slack, shaking his head.

Sady [night]: ~She blinks, her eyes going wide~ FUCK......... I said that shit out loud.... didn' I? ~She sighs and hangs her head, reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder~ Will.... damn I'm sorry. I...... ~She pulls her hand back and runs it through her hair, the anger draining out of her~ But it wasn't Gunther's fault. It was mine. She pissed me off real bad.

William Halloran: A hand snaps out, toward her throat. His face remains that same, horrified look throughout. ((Init? *G*))

Sady [night]: ((~LOL~ Works for me))

Sady [night]: d10: init: 9,

Sady [night]: ((16))

William Halloran: d10: Init plus five: 7,

William Halloran: ((12; see above action. Rolling now.))

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl: 2,10,7,7,2,1,

William Halloran: ((Gaah, he's trying to hold her...should be strength, 2 more dice.))

William Halloran: d10: The rest: 7,7,

Sady [night]: ~Bring a boot up into his arm to deflect the grab~

Sady [night]: d10: dex + brawl: 6,6,5,4,7,4,10,

Sady [night]: d10: yay reflexes: 9,

William Halloran: RECAP: William tries to grab Sady by the throat, but she deflect the arm easily with her block.

Sady [night]: ((Not going to roll damage, she doesn't want to hurt him, just keep him from hurting her. So she won't be using her strength, only what's needed to block, dodge, etc.))

William Halloran: He goes for the grab again, trying to wrap that huge hand around her throat and immobilze her.

William Halloran: ((Gotcha))

William Halloran: d10: Strength+Brawl (WP): 4,2,9,4,10,6,5,2,

Sady [night]: ~She steps to the side and gives a shove to knock him on the ground~

William Halloran: d10: Specialty: Brute Str: 5,

Sady [night]: d10: dod: 3,2,1,4,5,5,

Sady [night]: ~And steps right into his hand~ ((~Glares at roller~))

William Halloran: RECAP: Sady's brain wires get crossed, and she accidentally steps INTO the hand, which closes around her throat, holding her tight.

Sady [night]: ((Burning blood to strength))

William Halloran: d10: Strength+Brawl: 8,3,3,5,8,8,10,6,

William Halloran: d10: Specialty: 7,

Sady [night]: d10: Str + brawl (+one): 4,9,3,6,7,6,9,

William Halloran: He rises in a smooth motion, eyes blank and dead, face still horrifed, and moves to choke-slam her onto the asphalt of the street.

Sady [night]: ~She swings her legs up and around him, and twists hard, trying to flip their positions so he meets the ground first~

William Halloran: d10: Strength+Brawl (WP): 4,6,4,9,9,8,7,10,

William Halloran: d10: Specialty: 6,

Sady [night]: d10: str + br (WP +oneP): 3,3,6,6,3,3,10,

William Halloran: d10: Damage: 9,10,1,9,10,8,10,

Sady [night]: d10: totally trying soak: 8,8,1,

Sady [night]: ((~Starts digging grave for body~))

William Halloran: d10: Specialty: 6,5,2,

William Halloran: William choke-slams the HELL out of Sady, slamming her down on the concrete hard enough to nearly crack it. ((5 Bash, halved down to 2 for Bashing))

William Halloran: A boot raises high in the air over Sady, trying to plant itself into her chest.

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl: 6,4,10,5,2,5,

Sady [night]: ~With her legs freed from their hold on him from the slam, she draws them up and slams them into him~

Sady [night]: d10: Dex + brawl: 5,6,3,1,7,5,3,

Sady [night]: ((I think the roller is paying me back for the Smithy thing. ~LOL~))

William Halloran: d10: Damage: 3,8,4,2,3,8,

Sady [night]: d10: soak: 10,1,8,

William Halloran: The stomp connects, but inflicts no real damage ((1 bash, halved to zero))

William Halloran: The man is relentless, and he starts stomping faster and faster ((Splitting into 3 kick attacks; WP on last))

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl: 3,5,4,

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl: 8,3,

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl (WP): 3,

Sady [night]: ~This time, she tries to roll to the side and bring a fist into him~

Sady [night]: d10: dex + dod: 10,6,5,2,5,5,9,

Sady [night]: d10: woops: 1,4,3,3,3,6,

Sady [night]: d10: dex + brawl: 8,9,7,4,6,

William Halloran: d10: Damage : 8,2,9,7,1,3,

William Halloran: d10: Damage: 8,9,9,2,7,9,

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Athletics: 3,3,3,2,9,7,

Sady [night]: d10: soak: 3,3,2,

Sady [night]: d10: soak: 8,9,6,

William Halloran: The stomps get through, doing a little ((2 Bash from each, halved to one each; 4 bash total)), and Sady manages to knock William over to the ground with her punch.

Sady [night]: ((Blood to strength again for +2 total))

William Halloran: He spends the next round trying to get back to his feet, to move back toward Sady.

William Halloran: His expression...still the same. Slack-jawed. Dead-eyed. Utter horror, disbelief. This isn't real. No, none of it's real. It's all a game...gotta be a game. Please.

Sady [night]: ~he doesn't have to move, she's going to plant down on his chest and try and hold him to the ground~

Sady [night]: d10: dex + brawl: 1,8,3,9,9,8,8,

Sady [night]: d10: missed one: 3,

Sady [night]: For FUCKS sake Will, cut tha shit! ~Will just try and hold him down and talk to him. No one ever said she was the brightest crayon in the box~

William Halloran: Sady grabs William as he tries to get up, pinning him to the ground for the moment.

William Halloran: He tries to shove her off. He's beyond reason, beyond comprehension. Someone hurt her. Someone killed her. Blood for blood.

William Halloran: d10: Strength+Brawl: 8,5,6,8,7,9,6,3,

Sady [night]: ~She tries to grab his arms and hold them so he can't move them either~

Sady [night]: d10: str + brawl: 9,8,7,7,10,5,3,1,

Sady [night]: d10: woops: 6,6,8,3,7,2,9,

William Halloran: She's got him held tight...but it's not stopping him from struggling. No one sentient is home right now.

William Halloran: d10: Strength+Brawl: 6,2,9,6,9,4,1,5,

Sady [night]: ((Blood to heal))

Sady [night]: ~She growls, sneering down on him and holding tight~

Sady [night]: d10: str + brawl: 10,8,4,3,5,3,9,6,

William Halloran: He's struggling, to no avail. Somewhere deep in the back of his mind, he's wondering how a five foot tall woman is holding him down. So he tries a change of tactics, driving his leg up to slam his knee into the back of her head.

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl: 4,5,5,8,8,7,

Sady [night]: ~She feels the shift of his body and simply leans forward, bringing her face down to his~ Calm yer ass down b'fore I gotta knock ya out.

Sady [night]: d10: dex + dodge: 7,5,6,8,5,6,10,

Sady [night]: d10: reflexes: 5,

William Halloran: Sady manages to lean forward, away from the knee that brushes the back of her head, but does no damage.

William Halloran: Emotion is starting to come back...frustration and anger. Why can't he do anything? Why can't he get his justice? Is he this fucking useless? He tries to struggle, one last time, to shove her off of him.

William Halloran: d10: Strength+Brawl: 2,8,2,6,1,10,7,9,

William Halloran: d10: Specialty: 3,

Sady [night]: ~She sighs and shakes her head, holding fast, and a quick snap back and forward to bounce his head on the concrete in hops to snap him out of it~

Sady [night]: d10: str + brawl: 4,6,8,6,7,7,7,8,

Sady [night]: d10: damage: 6,10,8,5,3,6,8,7,3,

William Halloran: d10: Soak: 6,9,4,1,

William Halloran: Sady uses her momentum, smacking William's head back against the concrete with a sickening THUD and Dazing him. ((5 Bashing))

William Halloran: ((THUD = CRACK))

Sady [night]: ~She winces~ Fuck..... hope I didn' break ya man. ~She peers down at him, but doesn't let go yet~

William Halloran: ((Sady has a Free Action, as William loses a turn for being dazed))

Sady [night]: ~Readjusts herself on him to insure her hold on him and tighten her grip~

William Halloran: Sense comes back to his eyes, the birds start chirping, and he...curls up, to tries to. He rolls over onto his side, sobs of frustration and desolation coming. The man almost literally reeks of despair, coming off of him in emotional waves, as he just gives up on everything.

Sady [night]: ~She lets him roll onto his side at the look on his face, but still sits on him. She sighs and lays a hand down~ Will... I'm sorry. There was alotta reasons for it. And hell, I'da tried ta figure out another way if I even knew you were in tha factor at all. ~Her tone softens, truly feeling bad for the poor big guy she's sitting on~

William Halloran: "Gethafucawafromee..." That's about as good as it can come out, as he sobs. Half-hearted atempts to shove her off, but he no longer has the strength to do so, nor the will to. Utter hopelessness will do that to you.

Sady [night]: I ain't leavin ya like this Will. Plain an simple. ~She digs into her jacket, batting the hand aside without a second thought and pulls out her phone. She dials a number from the phone book and puts the phone to her ear~

Sady [night]: ~She keeps her eyes on Will, frowning as she speaks into the phone~ Hey chica. I gotta 'mergency an shit. Ya decent?

Sady [night]: I'm fine....... but Will. He ain't doin good an this mushy shit ain't my d'partment. I uh.... He needs ya pikey.

William Halloran: "LEE' ME ALONE!" he screams at her, clarity coming to his voice for a moment. "Ain't you and him ruined my life 'nuff? Destroyed an' driven 'way everyone I fuckin'...fuckin..." He's overtaken by sobs again, degenerating into a 450-pound blob of despair.

Sady [night]: Yeah well uh..... that's tha problem. He ain't got 'er no more..... I um....... ~She sighs, pausing a moment~ She jus ain't round no more. An I'm fraid Will's gonna...... a'ight. Hang on. ~She puts the phone to his ear and holds it there~

ita phone -> William Halloran: Darlin.. Will Darlin.. WIll.. ye there? *ita's voice, loud and clear through the phoneline, rich and warm as ever*

William Halloran: "No." He looks up at her suddenly, glaring. "Don't ya fuckin' bring her inta this. That's all the fuck Gunther needs to kill her. Ya already killed Smithy, don't you FUCKIN' get her killed, too!"

Sady [night]: Shut the fuck up. I ain't gonna let nuthin happen ta Ita. ~She glares right back at him~

William Halloran: "Ita? Ita, hang up the fuckin' phone. Gunther's tryin' ta kill ya...ya ain't safe..." He stares banefully at Sady.

Sady [night]: Will..... Gunther's MY responsibility now an if he even tries anything on her his ass is mine. I promise ya I ain't gonna let 'im hurt her now fuckin TALK ta her or I'mma drag yer ass over ta her house an leave ya there.

ita phone -> William Halloran: Its aulrecht.. its aulrecht darlin.. *comes the soft voice from through the phone.. just talking to herself until Will decides to speak back to her* ah kain gunther's tryen tae kell me.. ah kain.. Sady's keepen me safe.. keepen me oot hes way an hem aft me tracks.. keepen tha baddie distracted.. darlin.. are ye aulrecht? wha's tha matter?

William Halloran: "Yeh, so says the bitch who thinks her murderin' rapist boyfriend's a good guy!" Defiant, yes. At least he's not trying to kill her. For the moment.

Sady [night]: ~She growls, every bit as defiant as the man well over twice her size~ Get..... it....... through...... yer...... THICK FUCKIN HEAD. Gunther ain't no fuckin rapist an he ain't no fuckin murderer! FUCK! Ita DO somethin with him b'fore I fuckin lose it!

ita phone: ..gunther's nae good folk darlin.. ah dinnae reckon... *sadness and shock, a slight jingling*..och darlin. shush awn tha darlin.. ah'm safe as houses.. shh shhh... ye darlin.. wha's 'appened wie ye?

William Halloran: "They killed 'er, Ita. They killed 'er. Everyone an' everythin' in my life, they tear away from me. Gunther's a fuckin' piece of shit. He's a fuckin' monster." His attention turns back to Sady. "What're ya gonna do then, huh? Kill me, too? Huh? Don't like the fuckin' truth, then go crawl back to your hole and hide in it, bitch!"

Sady [night]: ~Gotta love sprint. Can you hear me now? She glares at the phone~ I ain't got time fer this shit. Ita, I'm droppin 'im off at yer place. Then I'mma go get some answers. That work fer you?

Sady [night]: Don't make me slap you. I ain't gonna kill ya. ~I~ happen ta like yer ass. Now get up. An play nice or I'll knock ya out. Gonna look kinda funny with my tiny ass carryin ya over ta her place.

William Halloran: "Ya ain't draggin' me anywhere, Sady...get the fuck offa me!"

ita phone: och darlin.. darlin noo.. shhh.. Ah'm sae saerry darlin.. ah'm saerry.. ets nae fair.. an Aye.. nae tae fond o gunther meself...ee kelled yer lass? och.. darlin.. ah'm soory. *ita's voice is loud through the little phone, not sure if he's holding it or what.. speaking at full volume* darlin darlin.. shh.. dinnae fight wie Sady darlin.. ye'll gie hurt.. hold awn a moment aye. jes wan moment.

Sady [night]: ~She growls~ Ita I ain't hurt 'im yet an I don' wanna. I didn' know they was t'gether or I woulda tried ta find another way, but I didn' know. WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE PISSED AT GUNTHER? ~Her temper starts rising again, her hand starting to tighten on the phone, but still, she doesn't get up~

ita phone: *murmering from an ita to someone nearby, then more irritated stubborn murmers.. and then* cause ah reckon ee's nae a very nice felly darlin.. ee's tryen tae kell Me an me wee wans oot o spite.. carves oop tha chests o wee folk fer hetten awn hem.. takes lass's when they dinnae wan nae o hem, an es acten an aul around bastard lately. *she sings sadly, apparently having given this alot of thought. a tad bitter*

Sady [night]: ~The shock on her face is enough to say it all. The phone slips from her fingers and she looks down at Will~ BULLSHIT! FUCKIN BULLSHIT! ~She stands abruptly and turns, darting away from Will, leaving the phone where it lay. Lies. It had to be lies~

William Halloran: He's not struggling, just laying there, staring at the woman on top of him with such a mix of negative emotions, it's almost hard to distingusih them all.

ita phone: och ah dinnae kain darlin.. mayhaps tha baddies gaw tae hem... *she sings sadly.. between arguing with someone in the background*.. sady?? .. sady darln?

ita phone: Will? Allo?

William Halloran: He gets up to his feet, and picks up the phone, speaking in a low, deadly calm voice. With Sady out of view, he seems to have calmed, to a dead sort of emotion. "Sady's gone, Ita. She ran off...couldn't handle the truth about Gunther."

Sady [night]: ~Her boots stomp across the playground out out to the sidewalk, making a straight line for home. She'd get her answers out of him, plain and simple. She doesn't look back. She doesn't hear Ita. The words pounding off the walls of her thick skull~

Sady [night]: ((~Giggles~ I gotta scoot offline before my roommate eats my head guys. ~LIX all around and humps legs~))

ita phone: *the slam of a door in the background* Och damnit.. *a sad sigh* .. darlin.. Ah've a folk coomen tae gie ye.. please gawn wie hem.. ah dinnae wan ye tae be alone.. an ah reckon ah mess ye awfi anywhoo.. coome oop tae tha farm wie me.

Sady [night]: ~She gets out of the playground to the street and breaks into a run~ ((Thanks for the scene! ~Skitters off with lots of luvvins sendins~))

ita phone: ((*loves on a china*))

William Halloran: He shakes his head, speaking in that slow, remarkably calm voice. "It's blood for blood, now, Ita. They raped 'er, and they killed 'er, and probably Gunther provoked it ta shut 'er up about it. I'm awake now. Smithy woke me up. There ain't no choice left. I'm ready for war. I love ya." And he hangs up Sady's phone, turning it off before he pockets it.

ita phone: darlin.. tha's nae gintae sol-*click.. the line goes dead. leaving a tearful pikey in the dark*

William Halloran: And he heads off, toward the subway. He needs to get to the Bunnyhole. Time to prepare.