Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther tromps
down the path, smoking a black n mild.. as always hard blue eyes flicking about alert of
his surroundings.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He stops and leans
against a lamppost so he can eye passersby.. looking for some business.
"Beth Rawli": *she's sitting on a bench
nearby, a little blonde in tight leather, dusting off a plastic bag*
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: 5,5,9,2,3,2,
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Still not really
looking for a blonde, Gunther looks over beth, keeping his attention focused on a group of
teens in the vacinity..
Luca Armaya: Down the street he walks, humming a
tune as he does so, cigarette burning in his hand.
Luca Armaya: The man walking down the street is
tall, a little bit lanky. He stands at just over six feet, and stands just a touch on the
light side, around 165 pounds or so. His skin just the slightest bit dusky, his features
sharp, though fairly handsome. His hair is medium-length, black and hanging to his
shoulders, while brown eyes look out from underneath with a sharp wit and keen
intelligence. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, though with a hint of boyish humor to
his face and eyes. He's dressed in a white pullover shirt with a low v-neck, leather
pants, and an open black leather vest. His walk is confident, a slight grin on his face as
he moves through the crowd...just another gypo in the city.
"Beth Rawli": 5,6,5,1,
"Beth Rawli": *the little blonde's sitting
all alone.. in a park. in the middle of the night. in new york. and to top it all off
she's so damn absorbed in whatevers in that bag.. she's not paying one iota of attention*
Luca Armaya: He turns and heads into Battery, moving
toward the paths, casually alert as he exhales a drag off of his cigarette.
"Beth Rawli": *her feet dangle through the
grass, she's taken off her shoes, which are set beside her unwisely*
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther's frame is
tall, stout and obviously germanic. His head is entirely clean shaven, marred with
seemingly random scratches and scars about his dome. His appearance is very gruff.. He
wears a long sleeved dark red tee shirt atop heavy black wide leg jeans, black boots. He
also reeks of beer and cigars.
Luca Armaya: 8,3,8,10,8,7,
Anne Tralbor: Dyed blonde hair is cut to her
shoulders and brushed straight. She usually has a little makeup on, eyeliner and shade,
and perfectly-defined dark lips. Alternating between light and dark, makeup and flesh.
Around her neck, a thick bondage collar with a ring at the front. Usually, her attire is
faintly gothic; while certainly black, straps and ties abound, an off-the-shoulder velvet
top tied down her front over a camisole that kicks out from under it, brushing the top of
tight black jeans. And shiny combat boots under those. Always, at her hip, a stiffened
case, and usually an old-fashioned camera in her hand
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Luca Armaya: The young Rroma man sees all. Gunther
leaning on the lamp-post, Beth on the bench. He grins a little bit and goes to quietly
take a seat on the bench next to the little blonde.
Luca Armaya: 7,5,7,
Luca Armaya: ((Was a Dex+Stealth))
"Beth Rawli"
: 5,4,4,4,Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: ((brb, diaper))
"Beth Rawli": *a nibble of her lip, the
busty leatherclad blonde bimbo YELPS and throws herself sideways as she's spoken too. more
than a little jittery it seems*
Luca Armaya: He blinks. "Uh-oh. Didn' spook ya,
did I?"
Luca Armaya: He winks to her, and the grin returns.
"Beth Rawli": 9,4,
"Beth Rawli": yer a prat! *she puts a hand
to her heart and hauls herself up onto the bench to look at him, pictures scattered on the
ground. she begins picking them up* why ye do that?
"Beth Rawli" -> Luca Armaya: jer'd note
she's lost a bit of the accent.. or is supressing it
Luca Armaya: "Ah, 'm sorry, m'dear. Jus' havin'
a bit o' fun at yer 'xpense. Here, lemme help ya." He leans down to help pick her
pictures up.
Anne Tralbor: And into Battery. The slight blonde
photographer looks around idly, feet tapping, like she does most every day, peering about
"Beth Rawli": *she grins and coils a hand
into the blackness of his hair, tugging the tall gypsy down to kiss her, murmering into
his lips*
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther continues
his germanic rumble "Das ist aber schade.."
"Beth Rawli" -> Luca Armaya: ye scared
the ever loven shite oo o me darlin.. near gaw yerself slapped aboot. *a chuckle*
Luca Armaya: Suprised as he may be by the action, he
hardly looks the type to refuse a kiss from a pretty lady, and he lives up to expectations
in that respect.
Luca Armaya: He answers in a low tone, rich deep
bass barely audible away from them.
Robert Truman: * He is a stern looking man in his
mid thirties. His flesh is tanned and marred here and there with small scars. The eyes are
a deep brown and his hair is close croped and black with the beginings of gray. Standing
on the short side of six feet tall the man is not really an impressive figure. But there
is something about the way that he walks that says he has been there and done that, and
should not be underestimated. He is walking alone down one of the paths leading from the
basketball courts and is dressed in an old demim jacket over a grey polo and blue jeans.
On his feet are heavy work boots. *
Luca Armaya -> "Beth Rawli": "Ah,
but that would'a been half t'e fun, love. Seein' how people react t' one gypo slappin'
'nother silly." The grin is obvious in his voice.
"Beth Rawli": *a silly sort of grin as she
lets go of the stranger with a soft smack to his cheek.. like he was the one that mauled
her for a kiss.. she goes back to gathering her pictures*
Anne Tralbor: SNAP. SNAP. Flashes of light in the
gloom of Battery; not cannon shots. The photographer snaps a few pictures, certainly
involving the few people dumb enough to be around at such an hour. Making her way to the
batteries themselves, to look East
"Beth Rawli": 7,2,8,9,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 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.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther takes a
long pull from his black n mild and nods to himself, gruffing into the cell phone
"Ja.. danke." He gives an attractive snort. "Tschüß." He flips the
cell back in his pocket.
"Beth Rawli": *her head cocks, eyes
narrowing. .. buuut then she's sees gunther and grins outright*
Luca Armaya: He pulls away from Beth, chuckling.
"Ah, now t'at's what I'm callin' a proper greetin'. I love t'is city..." A wink
to her.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: ((*fixes nick* hehe))Robert Truman: * He pulls up and stops just short of
the eight mile marker to check his watch, then lights a cigarette. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,3,4,9,1,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He spots the
blonde and the gypo on the bench.. ahh.. she must be doing business. He averts his eyes..
not wanting to mess things up for her.
"Beth Rawli": 3,8,5,2,6,
"Beth Rawli": *aaand a rock is tossed at
the broad germans back as she sticks her tongue in her cheek. you saw me you ass.. i know
you did*
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He continues his
walk through the park.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther turns with
a sneer when he's hit with the rock. He glares at Ita and makes his harsh advance. "-
the fuck you do that for, slut?"
Luca Armaya: He raises an eye at the narrowed eye,
then shrugs, standing back up and picking his cigarette back up of the path as he watches
whatever mischief Beth is up to.
"Beth Rawli": *she grins up at Luca like
she didn't just throw a rock at a gangbanger skinhead* oh.. ets a good city. ah.. figure.
Anne Tralbor: A contented smirk after a few more
flashes of light around the place, and a slow stretch, eyeing the people around. She finds
a bench of her own, encasing her camera, and removing a folder; using a small handlight to
examine the photographs inside.
"Beth Rawli": *a grimace of good nature as
he stalks toward her, she laughs and says* what ye going to d-o aboot et? *the tongue
comes out* 'ad to get yer attention soomehow
Luca Armaya: "I 'magine so..." He glances
over as Gunther makes an approach, brow furrowing a little.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He flashes a
toothy grin, stopping his tromp a few feet from the bench and taking a long puff from the
mild "Ain't gonna tackle your scrawny ass in public.. You think Gunther WANTS to get
a-fuckin-rested?"
Robert Truman
: 4,4,4,3,5,4,Robert Truman: * He gives the park a very quick once
over as he takes a long drag, but sees nothing to raise any alarm. The man just leans
against the rail and enjoys his smoke. *
"Beth Rawli": ye jes di-don't want me to
get myself a ladder so ah can kick yer arsse. *she grins up at him, sliding into the gypo
behind hers lap*
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And he hears his
voice before spotting him. He heads over in the direction of Gunther.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Blinking down the
path, Gunther spots Tyrone and turns his pace in that direction, turning his attention
from the blonde entirely. His pace is a bit softer than usual.. cautious.
Luca Armaya: He grins and curls an arm around Beth's
waist...hey, welcome attention. S'all good to him. He nods to Gunther. "Good evenin'
t' ya."
"Beth Rawli": *she cocks her head as
gunther just.. fucks off, looking to tyrone with a puzzled expression*
Anne Tralbor: She frowns, and sticks her finger in
her ear, wiggles it. Then stands and looks around, album in hands, heading vaguely,
carefully, towards the damn pikey accent
Robert Truman: * Another long drag from the smoke
and he shifts his weight from one side to the other.*
"Beth Rawli": *her hand comes to the mans
knee, as she leans back into him, still watching gunther and the odd man*
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He heads in
Gunthers direction, when he is within earshot he says something in german to the man and
keeps walking.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther flicks his
black n mild to the ground, stomping it out with a heavy boot on his way to Tyrone.. his
eyes fall to the ground with the look of someone who may've done something wrong
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther nods and
follows.
Luca Armaya: He takes a comfortable lean against
her, leaning back away to take a last drag of the cigarette, then dropping it on the
ground and crushing it out with his boot. He'll pick it up later.
Robert Truman: * Finaly he turns away from the park
and takes a seat where he can look out over the water. *
"Beth Rawli": 7,7,2,2,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He doesn't even pay
attention to the people on the bench, as he is headded back out of the park.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther follows
with his eyes lowered.. not another glance to the bench or anyone else in the park.
"Beth Rawli": ... *she gives a frown.. oh
no.. mother hen.. she gives the gypo a kiss to the cheek and slips off his lap* wan second
aye? *the little woman trots towards tyrone and gunther* Loves!
Luca Armaya: He nods to Beth, shrugging a little as
he leans down to pick up the butt. He keeps his curious eyes on the departing duo, and
Beth following after.
"Beth Rawli"
: 6,3,Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: He looks over to Beth his eyes narrowed, he glances to Gunther, then continues walking.Robert Truman: * Another drag, another exhalation. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He knows only one
woman who speaks like than and who deares to speal to him that way. "Mind your
fucking business whore."
Anne Tralbor: Trailing vaguel after the procession;
it's loud, and she's curious, head tilted, and fiddling to remove her camera from it's
case again
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther remains
silent, not looking at the woman.
Luca Armaya: He pulls himself up, dusting himself
off as he looks around. What did Tyrone just say? He couldn't quite make it out in his own
commotion.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: ((Good gunther *Pats head*))"Beth Rawli": och dinae ye whore me loves.
*she shakes her head* ye shouldnae be oot eere. baddies aboot, crawlin everywheres. yer
emportant ye are.. *apparently insulsts just roll off her back as she cocks her head to
him*
Thomas Judge: He looks over at the little commotion,
but ze German was there so that was to be expected, his eyes roll. Just fucking
great, come for some peace, get a wanker, hell you tried being nice, not again, just
ignore him.
Luca Armaya: He frowns a little, glancing in the
trio's direction. Something isn't right here...he starts to make steps over, inobtrusive
but alert.
"Beth Rawli": *and yes. the 5 foot fuck
all woman is chiding him like he was a school boy* there's folks wha care aboot ye..
dinnae be fooken aboot oop top fer long aye?
Robert Truman: * Yet another drag. He must be
breathing still. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He stops and
tgurnms to face Beth eyes narrowed on her. "Like your prattle is helping." he
crosses his arms. "Take a hike, and continue your business, like I shall do mine
own."
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "I know where
my pleace is you should learn yours." he growls out to Beth and then turns to
continue on his way.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther maintains
his silence.. like a kid watching an adult's conversation.
Thomas Judge: He walks over by the railings, like the
few nights before his eyes are to the heavens, his gaze keeps moving around still, back to
the railings he finishes his 'cough'.
Luca Armaya: He stays a good ten feet away from the
group, finally lighting the damned smoke that nearly caused a facial fire. His eyes track
the scene unfolding, a light frown on his face.
Anne Tralbor: She grins to herself. And raises the
camera. SNAP. SNAP. Flashes of light over Beth, Gunther and Tyrone, as quick fingers work
the shutter lever
"Beth Rawli": och ah'd nae o really thrown
a damn rock o ye, sae jes untwist yer knickers fer a moment.. an me place es recht eere
tellen YE tae be carefy. *she looks to gunther* ye tae loves, carefy carefy, nice tae see
ye oot an aboot tho.. aye? *she gives him an affectionate smile, attention payed to her or
not. he can still hear*
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He gives a sneer
to the ground when the blonde adresses him and follows behind Tyrone.
Robert Truman: * The man glances to Tom as he
reaches the railing but says nothing, instead taking another pull before looking back out
over the water. *
Luca Armaya: A glance goes over to Anne, and he
sighs a little, shaking his head.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: "I do not need adice from a mangy whore like you to tell me to be safe." he snears out to Beth.Thomas Judge: He watches this, Ze German has a
boss?
"Beth Rawli": och dinae ye be talken aboot
mange tae me loves.. *she laughs finding that genuinely amusing. a nosferatu calling her
down on the way she looks? a rich raucous outburst as she remains in good spirits, shaking
her head and murmering to herself with a smile* och... sae foul tempered *she puts a hand
on the gyp beside her.* ets aulrecht..
Thomas Judge: He watches the guy, fuck this is
getting out of hand, he sits up from the railing, he knows the pikey don't like her honour
defending, he obviously doesn't?
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther slowly
raises a mean glare to Luca, rought fists balling at his sides.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Was he never
going to leave this place? He stops straightening to his full height and looks to
Luca. "Sanding up for your pretty whore? you should teach her to keep her fingers out
of pies that she has no business sticking them into." she glares to Beth.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Opse damn male
C's. He.))
Luca Armaya: He glares at Tyrone, then looks to
Beth. If the woman doesn't want a defender of her honor, well, then...she's shit out of
luck. "Man should'na be talkin' t' ya t'at way, m'dear. End o' fuck'n story." He
looks to Tyrone, unfraid...even smiling a little, mischief and something uglier in his
eyes. "Ya best be steppin' on, m'friend. 'less ya wanna stay..."
Robert Truman: * He just listens patiently and
smokes. Nothing meets the bar yet for any sort of action on his part. *
Anne Tralbor: She stays stood a little away ...
rustles of velvet and denim as she shifts, stood behind a bench as she works the camera
on. Another couple of flashes. Anyone hopes for innocuouty, good luck
"Beth Rawli": naaae quarrellen.. *she
intones, shaking her head and stroking the handsome gypsy man beside her* ah've me fingers
en nae pies darlin. je looken oot fer a folk wha ah reckon me folks care aboot.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 2,5,4,3,9,4,
Luca Armaya: "Cut wit' t'e pictures already,
a'ight? Giv'n me a fuckin' he'dache." He looks at Anne, then back to Tyrone. He's not
in the mood, tonight.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther's lips
curl into a menacing grin on Luca.. he's been looking for a chance to gut someone..
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And a glare goes to
Anne as she snaps pictures. He looks to Gunther. and says something in German.
Thomas Judge: He steps forward, not getting involved
in the situation, but closer in case something goes down.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther nods and
starts a quick and heavy pace for Anne
Robert Truman: * He finaly stands and brushes the
jacket aside to releave the badge on his belt. Then he walks a little ways down the walk
to stand under a light in plain site. *
Robert Truman: {{ Releave= Reveal }}
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Arms crossed he
awaits Gunther to do his job and then they can leave.
Luca Armaya: He watches Gunther head to Anne, then
looks back at Tyrone, eyes narrowing. Pissant can't even do his own grunt work...gets
others to do it for him. He remains next to Ita, staring at the black man.
"Beth Rawli": Ut UT! *she starts towards
gunther, shaking her head at the idiot girl* Lass.. ye REALLY 'ave tae stop taken pictures
o folk... jes dole oot tha film an ah reckon ye'll nae be searchen fer ANOTHER
camera..aye?
Anne Tralbor: She flinches as Gunther heads for her;
keeping the bench between him and her, heading away. Fast. Hustling off, fumbling her
camera into the case
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Advancing quickly
on Anne, he gruffs out "Gimme the film so I don have to hurtcha.." He pops his
knuckles.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Bolts, chasing the
woman.
"Beth Rawli": *she looks back to luca as
the girl bolts, throwing her hands in the air* SEE?!
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: 2,5,3,2,5,
Luca Armaya: Ah, shit. He looks to Beth,
shaking his head. "Nah, m'dear...leave 't alone, eh? Nah our problem, I don'
t'ink."
Anne Tralbor: The first sound of faster steps, and
she's running as well; panting for breath since, y'know, she's not actually all that fit.
But she has a small start, and she just needs to get out of sight
Anne Tralbor: 6,1,4,
Robert Truman: * With a sigh he pulls out his radio
and Calls the Transit dispatcher. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: And
Gunther does little more than a trop towards Anne.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther keeps a
heavy tromp on her tail.. but is unable to close the gap. He keeps an eye on her.. she'll
wear out before him, certainly.
Thomas Judge: He heads after Gunthur!
Luca Armaya: Oh, fuck me running. He's in it,
now, as he walks along, heading toward the group. Someone's gotta resolve this.
Thomas Judge
: 3,9,2,4,6,Anne Tralbor: Anne, by contrast, saves her breath
for running. She's looking now, for somewhere to duck away ... just a minute alone. Just a
second, damn it.
Robert Truman: * After calling it in the man takes
off his damn jacket and reverses it so that the relective tape on the sleaves and POLICE
on the back are plainly visable. Walking into the park after Gunther and the girl as he
puts it back on. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: His eyes follow
Beth and the others as he follows, damn laws.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther keeps a
heavy pace for the girl.. ignoring everyone else.. he'd been given a direct order.
"Beth Rawli": swear tae gawd ah'm gintae
sod aul three o ye!
Robert Truman: * Then seeing that its turning into a
mob he breaks into a run. *
Luca Armaya: He tries to pick up the pace a little
bit. ((WP spent on this Dex+Athletics roll))
Luca Armaya: 2,5,8,
"Beth Rawli"
: 2,5,7,8,4,3,Anne Tralbor: Darting ahead, panting now, flushed
under makeup, and keeping a respectable distance ahead - but not pulling away. Arms pump
uselessly, no idea how to run, damn it, making for cover
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther barks out
from behind "Slow your roll, bitch or I'll gutcha from behind!" ((attempting an
intimidation))
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: 4,1,7,7,7,8,2,
Thomas Judge: 3,5,4,1,2,
Luca Armaya: ((Guys, hold up a sec, give the ST time
to place everyone.))
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Beth you have
just caught up with them Luca is almost there. Anne and Gunther are still evenly matched
at about 10 feet apart. And thomas you trip up on something and fall to the ground))
Thomas Judge: Tom hears that and tries to pick up the
pace, but his foot slips under him and he is sent tumbling off the path...ouch, that
looked like a nasty fall, one down!
"Beth Rawli": *stillll runnin. she's cross
as all hell. fucking photographer was going to get more than her damn camera busted, a
wide eyed look to Luca as if to say see? not just me *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Robert is taking
yp the rear with a walking Tyrone))
Luca Armaya: A warning voice erupts from Luca at the
words from Gunther. "Nah, y'will not!"
Luca Armaya: He looks to Beth, shaking his head.
This can't happen here. It CAN'T.
Thomas Judge: He lays on the floor, pain shoots
through his leg, wait a minute, don't go after the dog, go after the master. He stands,
unsteady at first and turns around to take in Tyrone, the sugar daddy.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He calls out again
"Drop the film or catch a blade to tha back a yer fuckin head.."
Robert Truman: * He is not fast, and this is
starting to look really bad. He speaks into the radio once more. * " Uhhh, 205 New
York Transit. This is turning into a mob down here. Can you please get some paramedics
staging down here as well? " * He breaths the words as he tries to suck in air. *
Anne Tralbor: 4,3,9,6,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone seeing all
of these people headding for the young girl and after Gunther decided to come around from
the side to see if he can cut her off.
Luca Armaya: ((Another WP spent for the next
Dex+Athletics))
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 4,4,8,4,9,4,5,
Luca Armaya: 6,6,8,
"Beth Rawli": Gunther.. ye cannae fight en
thes park! D. M. Z. means dinnae fooken fight! Both o ye stop. NOOW! afore somewan gies
hurt! (manip + emp comin. wp spent. -2 dif ench vc)
"Beth Rawli": 1,7,10,6,10,4,8,
"Beth Rawli": 6,4,
"Beth Rawli": (rollin for pikey's
continued runnin)
"Beth Rawli": 7,2,1,6,6,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: ((spending wp to
ignore beth's request)) He keeps tromping for Anne "I do what I'm fuckin told.. dmz
ain't mean shit when it comes to gunther's orders.."
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: 8,5,4,1,10,
Anne Tralbor: Between the two of them ... eyes wide,
and a stitch in her side, hobbling to a halt. fucking boots. She's getting sneakers
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Ho9ldon a
sec0nd))
Thomas Judge: He looks taking in the scene, things
are out of hand, that fucking german and his hitler! He head back after them, no longer a
run, more of a jog.
Robert Truman: {{ Holds on }}
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: Between Luca and Beth they have caught up to the ruinning Anne, and when she stops Gunther is not far behind. Thomas is traling after Tyrone, who doesn't seem worried about Thomas in the slightest. Robert you are trailing behind still and the callover the line comes back that police and Ambulances are on their way))Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther tromps up
to Anne, not even bothering a glance at luca or beth. He slips a hand in his pocket
"Gimme the fuckin film.. I ain't wanna hurt you, bitch.."
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 6,5,8,10,1,6,8,
Thomas Judge: "Hey there mate!" he directs
the comment to Tyrone, "Call of your bitch!"
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 4,2,10,5,5,6,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther spits on
Luca's shoes "Gyp's smell like shit when they burn."
Luca Armaya: "Y'hurt her, an' I'll d'fend 'er.
By t'e treaty, I got t'at right." He's not moving. Gunther will have to attack him to
get through.
Robert Truman: " 205 New York Transit, stage
only and no code on the medics. None injured yet and five to seven suspects. No known
weapons. Please expedite the uniforms. "
"Beth Rawli": darlin.. yer bosss answers
tae a bigger boss.. an ah reckon ye follow YER bosses order.. tha Beggest boss.. es gintae
skin ye.. AN yer boss tae. sae lesten tae a folk an leave tha lass alone...aye? *her voice
is dipping into a growl* darlin....
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone does vatch
up to the group, and because of his round about way of getting there he stands behind
Anne. "Miss how much to pirchace the film?" he asks from behind her.
Anne Tralbor: Glancing between the two slowly ...
she spreads her hands, palms up, backing away a step or two. Breathing hard, but no sound.
Chest going up and down. Nothing in her hands. O'course, there's the case over her
shoudler, like a purse
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He snarls at Luca
"If she'sa parta tha treaty.. then she ain't needa be fuckin with my boss.. All I
want.. Is tha fuckin film."
"Beth Rawli": *her eyes flick to Ann,
familiar. a severe frown* Lass. let hem buy yer film.. aye? afore ets yer camera, oor
worse.. aye? ye really need tae stop taken pectures o folk wieoot their sae sae.
Thomas Judge: He steps up to the side, for once he
isn't making the siuation worse by talking, though it is obvious he isn't about to see
Gunthur hurt Anne
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Robert :The rfeply
over the speaker is in the afirmative, and he can hear the callout that the suspects may
be armed and dangerous.
Luca Armaya: "No treaty v'olation t' take a
picsher. So fuck off, skinhead. 'fore I get t'at vengeance we 'gyps' owe ya." He
stares at Luca, unafraid.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther's heavy
boots are planted in place, eyes on Anne and Tyrone.
"Beth Rawli": Darliiiiiin *this time the
soft growl is to the other gyp*.. tread carefy.. tempers aul aroound
Luca Armaya: ((At GUNTHER))
Anne Tralbor: She isn't making any rude hand
gestures, this time ... her makeup blotching a touch as sweat pours off her. She's too
skinny to have the stamina for this. Panting for breath, and -still- saying nothing, aside
from shaking her head
Luca Armaya: "'m not doin' a t'ing,
m'dear," goes to Beth. "Jes' standin' m'ground, sweets."
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He seems to be
ignoring Luca entirely, watching Anne and Tyrone still with a single hand in his pocket.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Anne bumps right
into Tyrone and he places a heavy hand on her shoulder to steady her/
Thomas Judge: He looks them all over "All this
over a fucking camera film, this is mental, it's all 'pete tong', now how about you leave
the lass alone." but he ain't going to back down either.
Luca Armaya: He looks over his shoulder at Tryone,
eyes narrowing. He's surrounded, and he doesn't like this. Still, he's making no hostile
action, until they do.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Miss? The
film." he pulls money out of a pocket, too bad for Gunther that this was going to be
for him but oh well.
Anne Tralbor: Shoulders bare, aside from the straps
of her camisole, and the heavy camera strap ... letting herself be steadied, blinking
sweat from her eyes. Taking -time-. Recovering.
Robert Truman: * He continues to run, seeing that
the group of them has apparently stoped up ahead. *
"Beth Rawli": THomas.. shut et bonnie lad.
*the little blonde walks directly to anne and smiles, voice as pleasant as she can get it*
gie hem tha film lass. oor ye'll be oot another camera... ye've ten seconds ah reckon *and
the little pikey looks dead serious* Wan....
"Beth Rawli": (manip + intim)
"Beth Rawli": 7,7,3,9,2,7,
Luca Armaya: "Miss f'tagarfer, dear...c'mere.
'e's nah gon' hurt ya...are ya?" A look goes to Tyrone, practically DARING him to say
yes.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone glares at
all but Gunther. Hand still on Anne's shoulder.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther flashes
Anne a menacing grin. It's quite obvious that he intends to hurt the girl.. if she does
put up some film.. quickly..
Luca Armaya: "Leggo of t'e lass, m'friend.
R'straint is 'ostile acshin, don' y'know?" An eyebrow raises.
"Beth Rawli": ...tae. ah kain ye can gie
tha film oot o there. .. *she murmers, eyes on anne. its certain. she will hurt that
camera.*.. three...
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Robert eventually
reaches the group.
Thomas Judge: He speaks calmly to Anne, the poor
thing "Easy there lass, I ain't gonna let anyone hurt you" He stares at Gunthur
and Tyrone, thsi cockney gent ain't impressed, "What is your fucking problem
gents?"
Anne Tralbor: She flinches back from them ...
swallowing, and shrugging Tyrone's hand free. Opening the camera case carefully, just a
little, and slipping a hand in
"Beth Rawli": och.. tha's a lass. thank
ye.. *she nods in appreciation* four..
Luca Armaya: "Stop t'e count'n, m'dear,"
he puts a calming hand on Beth's shoulder. "s'not needed, eh?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: He ignores Tom..
eyes still locked on Anne.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Robert a call comes
back that they are 3 minutes out. And they needc an situation update.
Robert Truman: * Breathing heavily The man shines
his flashlight on the group, amazed that he can not see the uniforms yet. This could
really be a bad day. His strong hand goes to the SIG under his jacket. * " New
York Police Department! Everyone get down right now. Face down, arms out to your sides
like you are an airplane. Palm up! "
Thomas Judge: He takes a large drag from his 'cough'
smoke blowing from his nose, eyes moving between 'the bad guys' in his head, Gunthur and
Tyrone. He looks back to Anne, concern on his face.
Anne Tralbor: And Anne, just for Robert, is
surrounded. And has a hand in a camera case. Just a vaguely stunned look to Robert, a step
away from the mass of the group
Thomas Judge: FUCK THE PIGS!.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Hold on a sec
guys clearing something up))
Luca Armaya: He looks over at Robert and places his
hands in the air. "Easy, of'cer. Na laws've been brok'n 'ere..."
Thomas Judge: Two Germans, Two gypsies and an
Englishman get busted in the park...stop me if you have heard this on.
: ((lol))
Robert Truman: * He shakes his head and drops the
light, his hand going to the radio. * " 205 NYC Transit I am in a Custer situation
here and you need to tell those guys to run code if they need too. Six suspects, no
weapons at this time. "
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: ((tyrone isn't
german.))
Luca Armaya: ((Would like to point out to all that
per Tyrone's DD, he is a black man without a German accent. *G*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther turns his
gaze to Tyrone.. asking with hard blue eyes what he should do.
Thomas Judge: ((My apologies!))
"Beth Rawli": FIVE. *its said MIGHTY
firmly as she waits for anne, none too concerned with the new york police department* Nae
need fer tha lovies.. nae wans quarrellen nae moores...
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: He raises his hands
oh so slowely keeping an eye on Anne. "Officer, no laws were broken here."
Luca Armaya: "M'DEAR." He looks to Beth,
smiling a little bit, hands still raised visibly. "Wit' all d'love in t'e
world...stop 't. Pleese."
Robert Truman: " Induldge me then and do what I
am telling you to do. "
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Call comes back in
the afirmative and all around can hear the surens getting close to the park.
Anne Tralbor: She swallows, still vaguely backing
away, breathing a little more easily, eyes flickering around. Removing a capped film from
the case; a small black cylinder, held between finger and thumb.
Thomas Judge: He places his 'cough' in his mouth and
blows smoke from his nose, he then slowly raises his hands.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Turns a glare to
Anne "Ten."
Ravyn: ((Taking over
the cop spot so Snow can focus on Tyrone))
Luca Armaya: He nods to the officer, and slowly
lowers himself to his knees, taking a lying position on the ground. "Suggest w'all do
t'e same, eh?"
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: Tyrone expects Gunther to follow his lead, they do not need any breaches.Thomas Judge: He watches Luca with a look of, 'What
the fuck you doing?'. He places his hands behind his head, puffing away on his 'cough',
this is turning out to be a shitty night, he looks to 'Beth' still on the girl, ,What
is the crazy fucking pikey doing!.
Anne Tralbor: (Well, backed around a little.
Pressing away from as many of them as she can) She drops to her knees carefully, watching
the cop. Not the others
Luca Armaya: ((Points out that Robert told everyone
to GET ON THE GROUND, not raise their hands.))
Robert Truman: * He looks to the woman with the
Pikey voice...* " You understand I dont have a choice on this one. If you yell about
gutting someone in the park I gota act. Down please. "
"Beth Rawli": Calm doown ye selly blighter..
nae wans gintae shoot an unarmed whore fer talken. *she laughs and looks back to robbie*
reckon tha'd be somethen tae sue aboot, aye? *but she drops to her knees agreeably*
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone is now next
to Anne and as she drips to her knees, so does he. Keeping his hands up and his eyes on
her and not the cop.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther drops just
after tyrone.
Ravyn: A couple squad
cars pull up to the park, with four officers coming their way.
"Beth Rawli": och darlin.. thes es new york
esnae et? me pastor says worse thengs tae me when ah cut tha selly prat aft en tha church
parky lot.
Anne Tralbor: She figures Ita's used to being on her
knees. Dipping her head, and carefully placing her hands, palms up, on her knees - one
hand holding that black film-cannister. Glancing east
Thomas Judge: Tom drops to his kness.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: 5,2,7,2,8,2,10,
Robert Truman: * He nods...* " Assuming she is
unarmed, which I have no way of knowing. " * He is just going to wait it out, there
are too many for him to even think about searching. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Anyone looking at
Anne and Tyrone?))
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: ((yes))
"Beth Rawli": *truth, contrary to the rest
of them,the little slut is quite comfortable, eyes on anne*
Robert Truman: {{ Robert is trying to watch everyone
and missing alot. }}
"Beth Rawli": (yup)
Thomas Judge: ((Yes!))
Anne Tralbor: [[Looking at own knees - head down]]
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Ann roll me a
perception Alertness.
Ravyn: The four
officers run up upon the scene. They slow up, moving to looking to Robert.
Anne Tralbor: 1,9,6,6,3,9,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: ((Anyone who is can rollperception Alert))Robert Truman: * He nods... * " Thanks, guys.
Lets just get them separated and searched. Run there names and if the one with the German
Accent has a knife ask that woman if she would like to press charges. " * He points
to Ann. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Anyone who didn't
get 3 sux saw Tyrone bump into Ann's camera bag as he got down on the ground))
"Beth Rawli": *barefeet tap idly in the
grass, swishing*
Anne Tralbor: Her lips move, even though she doesn't
say anyting, twisting sharply - probably unfortunately - to smack behind her camera bag
Robert Truman -> Ravyn: {{ I am being very Liberal with this because I would never have brought this character into the park if I would have known that this was going to happen. }}
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther flicks his
gaze up to Robert "Fer what?"
Thomas Judge: His eyes focus on Tyrone, and then
Anne's bag then back again.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone lays there
on the ground having moved to his stomach right before the officers came up to the scene
and after bumping into Ann's bag. Hands palm up on the ground.
Ravyn: The officers not
and start pulling people up. Beth and Luca get put to one side, Tyrone and Gunther to
another, and Anne and Thomas a third way. Officers ask for identification.
Robert Truman: * He smiles...* " Thank you sir.
Makeing Terroristic Threats. "
"Beth Rawli": aye.. ee didnae dae naethen.
*she looks up to robert, confused as she's easily hauled to her feet, no id on this one*
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther sneers but
doesn't resist. He mumbles a slew of unhappy german banter
Anne Tralbor: She gestures furiously to Tyrone as
she's led off, but lets them. Flashing ID and her portfolio as though she's perfectly used
to this. Driving license, telephone no's of papers she takes pictures for; and a
disability card stating MUTE.
Luca Armaya: Luca, also, has no identification.
What, you'd expect a gypo to?
Robert Truman: * He looks to Beth/Ita and mouths the
words " I am sorry " before moving in to help search. *
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Hands over his ID
to the officers.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther flips out
his ID with another sneer.
"Beth Rawli": *the little pikey's agreeable
as punch however. just another damn immigrent, though she gives robert the epitomy of hurt
puppydog eyes. betrayed. still he gets a little smile. figures.. right? *
"Beth Rawli": Ets aulrecht loves..
Ravyn: ((Rolling
Perception+Investigations to search each person...one roll for each group, Tryone/Gunther
and Anne/Judas. Letting Robert roll for Ita/Luca.))
Thomas Judge: He justs steps to the side eyes now on
the officer in front of him and shrugs, "Sorry gov, me ID is at home, am a wallet
loser so always best to keep it safe an sound!"
"Beth Rawli": 7,5,3,1,5,6,2,
Ravyn: 5,8,10,8,4,7,
Ravyn: 7,6,6,2,6,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: ((is there any
resistance for a search roll?))
Ravyn: ((Tyrone,
Gunther, Anee, and Judas, please PM any weapons or other illegal items to me, plus permits
for any weapons.))
Ravyn: ((Sure, if you
try to resist being searched...))
Robert Truman: {{ First Luca, second Ita. }}
Robert Truman: 2,1,4,3,1,5,4,
Anne Tralbor -> Ravyn: [[Not a dicky bird. Which is why she runs]]
Robert Truman: 8,9,9,9,8,5,5,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith -> Ravyn:
((the cops do find a camers on Tyrone, the film pulled out the back
side of it, otherwise nothing else on him.))
Robert Truman: {{ He misses the suitcase nuke on
Luca. }}
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park] -> Ravyn: ((gunther has a switchblade in either pocket, a throwing knife in
each boot, a little under an oz of marajuana, and a tylenol bottle with roughly 15 rolls
in it.))
Luca Armaya: ((*WHEW*))
Luca Armaya: ((Per+Alert to hear the whisper))
Luca Armaya: 9,4,4,9,3,7,
Anne Tralbor: Her eyes widen as Tyrone is shown to
have her camera ... one nail, the deep red matching her lip gloss, pointing at it, and
then her camera case.
Anne Tralbor: 7,8,8,1,2,6,
Robert Truman -> Luca Armaya: " I am going
to let you walk on the knives, but you better call me about the needles. I am very pissed
at you right now. What should I tell them your name is? "
"Beth Rawli": *her lips move ever so
slightly as she leans a little into robert, head ducked low*
Robert Truman: * He lets go of her arm. * "
Nothing here. "
Thomas Judge: "Here mate." he says to the
officer "That camera there is the lass', he snatched it from her bag, it is what this
whole rig a hole was about"
Ravyn: The officer
looks at Anne. "Would you like to press charges, ma'am?"
Luca Armaya: Robert gets an admiring look from Luca.
That's a good man, right there.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther gives a
deep sigh, still looking to the ground.. damn gyps.. he knows damn well the fuckin pig
found somethin.. wonder what she offered him..
Anne Tralbor: She glances at Tyrone for a moment ...
then signs in ASL, hands held well out in case any of the officers, or people there at
all, can understand (Anyone at all?)
Ravyn: ((High, one of
them understands, low, none do.))
"Beth Rawli": *after a small grateful smile
to Robert, Ita cocks her head to gunther. poor kid. she'd make him some stew*
Ravyn: 3,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone doesn't even
go for the innocent look as he stands there, a shoulder is shrugged to what Thomas said
it's not like the bitches camera is hurt or nothing.
Ravyn: The officers
don't seem to get what she's saying.
Thomas Judge: He shakes his head, This isn't good
Tommy boy, this ain't good, lets hope nowt happens and they don't get your English crminal
record!.
Anne Tralbor: ((Anyone else understand?))
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther looks over
to Anne when she signs, then back to the officers "She ain't wanna press no
charges.." Looks back to the woman with a grin "Right?"
Thomas Judge: ((Nope, Sorry!))
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: ((nope))
Luca Armaya: "Jaysus. She's fuckin' moot,
a'ight?" He shakes his head, sighing, as he looks at Anne, almost apologetically.
Robert Truman: * He shakes his head. * " One of
you guys has got to have a notepad. "
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: ((No.))Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: His eyes narrow on
Anne.. like he'd need a knife to hurt the girl..
Anne Tralbor: A frown, now, rubbing her eyes with
one hand. Smearing makeup a little. Poor lil' goth. Eyeing Gunther, and shifting
uncomfortably
Luca Armaya: He looks to Anne, sighing, and shrugs
with pleading eyes, as if asking not to, as a favor.
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: He remains silent as he stands there and glares to Gunther, he needed to learn fists hurt a lot more than knives did sometimes.Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: Tyrone keeps up his glare to Gunther, a smirk to his face, he knew this better than gunther did.Robert Truman: * He nods and jots that down. *
" I understand, but I cant always tell just by looking at you. Try to scrounge up
some ID. Just a little advice. Will keep you from geting hassled in the long run. "
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther shrugs and
smirks up at the officer ~german~ "Suck my nutsack" He extends a friendly hand
to the officer.. you know.. no hard feelings and all.
Luca Armaya: "Som't'ing I'll look into, of'cer.
Ya'r a good man, ya'r." He grins a little.
Robert Truman: * He then shakes his head at Ann
before moving to pick up his flashlight. Not even a probation violation. What a dry
hump. *
Anne Tralbor: She holds out her hands for
the camera again, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow to the officers. Keeping her
eyes firmly away from Beth's and Tyrone's
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Officers are
we free to leave now." he leaves the glare with Gunther as he focuses on the
officers. A glance going to Beth she should know better than most what the upkeep of LAWS
were to those of their kind.
Thomas Judge: Well all seems to be going well,
this is 'robin', bettert than spending a night in the slammer.
Ravyn: "Yeah,
you're free to leave." The officers look just as disappointed as Robert, and with a
nod to him, they start to move off.
Robert Truman: * He nods to the other cops. * "
Cut them loose but log the names. "
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther blinks
over to Tyrone and shifts his gaze back to the ground
Ravyn: ((Anne, they
already handed you the camera.))
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Tyrone places a
hand on Gunthers shoulder. And speaks in German to him.
"Beth Rawli": *ita gives a soft pleasant
smile to robert before murmering* och.. g'necht officer loves.. *Tyrone gets a shake of
her head as she ~thinks~ at him. Yer Daddie's recht.. yer a prat. *
Anne Tralbor: She checks the camera over quickly -
making sure her film is still there
Robert Truman: * With a wave to the other cops he
gathers the light and heads off, walking across the lawn. *
Ravyn: They nod to
Robert. "Will do." And they're gone, back to their cars.
Thomas Judge: He pulls out his 'cough' and sparks one
up, that was a fucking close one! Two deep drags and he is feeling petty good again, save
for the now mild pain still creeping through his leg from the fall.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: Gunther nods with
a look of shame down to the concrete. "Ja.."
Ravyn: The film is
handed back to her too, though it looks to have been exposed.
Luca Armaya: He moves to Beth, putting a hand on her
shoulder. "Ya awright, m'dear?"
Anne Tralbor: She hisses silently, glancing after
the cops. Shaking her head dully, and tucking what she can away; some might be salvagable
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: "Let's
go." he had lots to talk with this one about. And heads off expecting Gunther to
follow.
Gunther Kasimir Berg [battery park]: And he does.. eyes
to the ground, gunther follows along like a beaten puppy
Anne Tralbor: Quickly, fingers moving fast; to
reload a film, and snap a shot of Tyrone, Gunther and Beth before they all leave. Since,
y'know, she's suicidal
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: ((Anne roll me a
die and I will roll one dependingon the results I will tell you what was salvagable from
it.))
Anne Tralbor: 1,
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: 5,Anne Tralbor
: 7,7,8,3,6,2,6,"Beth Rawli": *"Beth" Jerks
forward in a quick step, eyes glazing a little as Anne starts with the pictures again..
lip curling into a little snarl that could never the less shake the leaves off trees* ye
stupid fooken bint...
Tyrone Allen Greysmith: Anne does a nice
quick re-load of the camera.
Luca Armaya: "M'dear...nah now." He puts
his hand on Beth's shoulder, shaking his head. "Le's jes' go, awright?"
Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: She get's a good shgot of the men walking off, although they were walking away from her.Tyrone Allen Greysmith
: Gunther and Tyrone soon dissapear into the darkness..Anne Tralbor: [[ It was fun from here *cheerful*
Even the PM'd snarks]]
"Beth Rawli": 5,3,3,10,
Luca Armaya -> "Beth Rawli": ((Man+Empathy))
Luca Armaya -> "Beth Rawli": 7,4,1,7,8,2,7,
Greenfoot: {{ I appologise for all the cop action.
Thought it was an open scene and wanted to play that character. Hope the scene was still
fun. }}
: ((I enjoyed watching *G* *Pats snow on the back*))
Luca Armaya -> Anne Tralbor: ((PM'd snarks?))
Anne Tralbor: A tilt of her head to Ita ... and a
step back, fingers stioll held at her mouth from that blown kiss. Suddenly pensive again
Thomas Judge: He takes another deep drag from his
'cough' this was a wierd night he had to say, pikey in disguise, crazy snapper, broken
german and his black sugar daddy and the pigs!
"Beth Rawli": *she's clearly holding onto
rational thought by her fingernails, little hands forming talons as she strains against
Luca's hand.. *
: ((twas much fun.. i'm just glad gunther didn't get
a-friggin-rested. *G*))
Luca Armaya: ((The cops were the best PART, Green!))
Anne Tralbor -> Luca Armaya: [[ Beth and I were
PMing about her plans for Anne *grins* Namely putting her in a whorehouse where she can't
answer back, inresponse to Anne's comments about Beth being sued to being on her knees ]]
"Beth Rawli": ((its ok. ita'll see
if she can get his knives back *nods*))
Greenfoot: {{ He should have. You should kiss the
ST's for that. *S* }}
Luca Armaya -> Anne Tralbor: ((Ahh. *G*))
: ((heh. you think those are the only knives he has?!
*giggles*))
"Beth Rawli": aye lass... yer gintae gie
yerself killed daen thengs like tha.. fook... aft.. *her eyes glitter balefully, flashing
red/green like an animals*.. noow.
Luca Armaya: He looks to Anne, nodding. "Go
awn, lass. I t'ink now's t'e best time for ya to jet." His hand isn't leaving Beth's
shoulder. Not restraining...calming.
Anne Tralbor: She tilts her head, and frowns. A
finger to her lips; trying to understand. Another couple of steps back
Tom's Phone: {Tom's cellphone beeps at him signalling a txt msg}
"Beth Rawli": *the murder slowly begins to
fade from her eyes, though her glare is still rivited on Anne* reckon ye'd best be gien
rid o tha film lass.... *talons flex, she's calming slowly as luca touches her*
Thomas Judge: He steps in between them "Alright
people lets calm it." he looks to Anne "Am sorry what happened to you back there
pet it was wrong but I think you have snapped enough for tonight eh." he smiles to
her, then looks back to Luca and 'Beth' looking concerned for Beth by the looks of it, he
has never seen the pikey this angry.
Anne Tralbor: She shrugs, and nods. A smile, a few
steps away, and removing a small silvery mirror, putting the camera into it's case and
locking it. Fixing her makeup carefully.
Thomas Judge: He looks to his pocket as his phone
beeps, it was going to have to wait a minute.
Luca Armaya: He looks Thomas over for just a moment,
then looks to Anne. "T'is is one lass ya shouldn'a be pissin' off, I don'
t'ink." He tilts his head toward Beth. "'Ave a good naight."
Thomas Judge: He looks at the txt on his phone, and
types something back.
"Beth Rawli": *her lips twitch, supressing
an ungodly snarl as she watches the girl like a wolfhound watches a rabbit.. finally
leaning back int luca, more so hecan get ahold of her than for comfort*
Anne Tralbor: THe case is snapped shut, and she
grins to Luca, nods, kisses her fingers and blows it to Beth, before turning and heading
away
Luca Armaya: And get ahold of her he does, wrapping
his arms around her shoulders from behind, just being a calming influence, murmuring to
her as he smiles as pleasantly as possible, given the situaion, to Anne.
Luca Armaya -> "Beth Rawli": "Shh,
m'dear. Calm ya'self. Not wort' getting ragey ova'."
"Beth Rawli"
: 7,2,2,8,"Beth Rawli": *she sounds like a dog who's
bone is on the otherside of an electric fence, growling pitching up into a high shreiky
whine of frustration as she snaps* ah'm nae en et... ah was FIRED remember!??! *her
teeth snap.. that is One FURIOUS pikey.. she looks about 30 seconds from tears*
Thomas Judge -> Luca Armaya: He looks to Beth
those blue eyes shining in the moonlight "Hey Ita, think back wen I was freaking out,
you need to calm down pet."
Anne Tralbor: Combat boots and jeans don't really
help with a sway, and neighter does her light frame, but it's there a touch. Moving off at
a slow pace, removing her camera again
Luca Armaya: "B't ya still 'old t' it,
don'tcha?" He shakes his head, letting her go and stepping away, with a look to
Thomas.
"Beth Rawli": AH'm nae even part o et nae
moore! Ah'm nae even.. fooken.. .. *she shakes her head and stalks off, back towards the
bench she was orignially seated at, hobo no fucking hobo had stolen her shoes*
Thomas Judge: "Hey Ita, talk to me, tell me wats
going on, but you need to calm down pet, please." he reaches out with a hand to her
shoulder, still unafraid even though she is so angry, she was there for his torment, he'll
be there for this.
Thomas Judge: ((DLP, cut out the hand bit, he will
follow her over though and take a seat next to the pikey and que speech.))
Luca Armaya: "Goddess fuck'n daimet..." He
stares after her, then shakes his head. He's not letting this go. He stalks after her,
throwing a look Thomas's way. "'er name's Bet', m'friend. Why don'tcha call 'er by
't?"
"Beth Rawli": *she's not sitting, she
stalks to the bench and jerks her shoes off of it, trying unsuccessfully to put them on
the wrong feet, face close to crumpling* Ah've tae gawn tom. an ye shouldnae o gotten
envolved.
Luca Armaya: ((Per+Emp to Beth))
Luca Armaya: 9,5,2,1,4,6,5,
Luca Armaya: ((Gaah, Beth is Luca's WEAKNESS when it
comes to Empathy.))
"Beth Rawli": ((*laughs* lets see. beth
appears to beeee. pissed? is probably a good guess?)
Thomas Judge: He looks to her voice, "It wasn't
about Gunthur pet, I saw a man threatening a lass an chasing her, I would have still done
it had it been anybody cos it was the right thing to do...right now am worried cos your
look awfully upset and pretty women should never be upset?" he smiles to her, the
cockney englishman CAN be charming it would seem.
Thomas Judge: ((He looks to her voice soft))
Luca Armaya: "Bet', love...c'mon. Let's go,
please?" He holds his hand out to her. He won't make her go, but he is asking her.
Luca Armaya: ((make her go WITH HIM, rather))
"Beth Rawli": aye darlin. *she looks up to
tom and shakes her head* nae.. ye joomped en awn somethen an made a bad sitaution worse
wie assumptions. ah love ye dearly angel, but fook aft. *its almost a snarl towards the
end as she rubs her face violently with a small gloved hand*
Luca Armaya: He looks to Thomas. "Ya had t'e
right impreshons, m'gaje friend. B't now 'tisn't t'e time."
"Beth Rawli": *well that gets a snarl, and
she shies away from luca with a shake of her head. unbeleivable. a hopeless sort of shrug
before she starts to walk out of the park. a soft sigh, hands rising then falling in a
limp gesture that clearly states.. - fuck it*
Thomas Judge: He stands, face unmoved thought that
counts, how many times as he had to think that when he did something right and got slapped
down for it "Maybe I did but it looked fucked up and no-one was talking, and a girl
was in danger, I see it again I do the samething, sorry your so sad pet, an I don't know
wat happened to make you go all blondie but stay safe Beth!" he offers a respectful
nod to Luca as he walks away back to the railings, hands in pockets shoulders slumped
slightly.
Luca Armaya: ((GAAH! SO the wrong word. INTENTIONS,
not IMPRESSIONS))
Luca Armaya: ((*Facepalms*))
"Beth Rawli": (*laughs* well now.. that
would have solicited a better reation....)
"Beth Rawli": (as opposed to.. nono.. you
were right.. the pikey and gunther were likely going to beat the girl and eat her spleen
*nods* ..*LAUGHS*))
Luca Armaya: ((It's all this accenting. Got me
screwed up.))
Thomas Judge: ((It cool, but yes a different reaction
may have come out, nevermind *S*))
Luca Armaya: He blinks, as he realizes that he SOOO
just said something entirely different from what he intended to do, and his shoulders just
SLUMP. He turns to run, following behind. "Bet'! C'mere, m'love..." Fuuuuuuck...
Thomas Judge: He pulls out his phone, looking down at
it, he types in a txt message.
"Beth Rawli": *she's on her way.
best not to talk to the man right now. really..how many breeches did you need to be guilty
of in one night. she shakes her head as she shuts her eyes and wanders across the street*
Luca Armaya: He's not letting her go. Not a chance
in fucking hell. He follows behind. "Bet'! T'wasn't what I me'nt t' say...please don'
walk 'way..."
"Beth Rawli": *she stops as requested,
looking like a beaten dog as she lifts her head. a soft pointless sight. she's stopped*
wha loves? *she gives a smile and shrugs* coome awn.. aye.. we've tae gie hoome. ah've
birds tae feed.
Luca Armaya: "I me'nt INT'NSHINS. Na
IMPRESHONS." He leans in close, murmuring to her.
Benny Jones: *Benny must have been close or just
waiting in the shadows across from the park for Thomas' return txt because here he is
quickly darting across the street and into the park without even glancing around...
Thomas Judge: He pulls out another 'cough' mumbling
to himself "Do the right thing.....and then fucking Gunthur with his...all these
fuckers with such a warped perpective of right and wrong.....not exactly fucking hard it
it!" he slams his hands on the railing gritting his teeth, he was getting sick and
tired of some of the people in this fucked up place.
Luca Armaya -> "Beth Rawli": "'Tis
t'is accent. Foc'sin' on keepin' it so mooch, I said t'e wrong word. I didn' t'ink ya were
plannin' on hurt'n Anne. 'onest." He seems ENTIRELY apologetic, and sincere.
"Beth Rawli" -> Luca Armaya: *her lip
curls at the mention of anne* och.. reckon ah wasnae plannen awn hurten tha fooken bint.
*she spits bint like its a dirty word, feigning spitting to the side.. oh. that reminds
her* .. ah'm soory gunther spet awn yer shoes.
Benny Jones: 6,8,7,6,2,6,10,
Luca Armaya: He chuckles a little at that, eyes
still a little sad--he knows how much he hurt her. He shakes his head, murmuring back.
Benny Jones: 3,
Thomas Judge: He growls to the sky, head shaking,
that blue heavenly stare is a dark storm thundering through his gaze, primal and
overbearing. They no longer capture the viewers gaze but force it away, the man looks
pissed off.
Benny Jones: *Benny looks around as he gets into the
park, easily spotting Thomas and makes a direct beeline for him...
"Beth Rawli": *the pikeys head dips as she
feigns spitting, then listens to his words*
Luca Armaya -> "Beth Rawli": "I
don' care 'boot a littel spit on t'e shoes, love. I care 'boot ya. Now c'mon...let's g't
'ome, awright?"
"Beth Rawli": *the little pikey nods
bitterly*
Luca Armaya: He sighs a bit, then puts his arms
around her, kissing her forehead as he starts to walk off with her. Just a couple of
pikeys, walking home.
Benny Jones: *Benny tilts his head slightly as he
approaches Thomas and smiles slightly...* (w)"Thomas..." ((Man + Sub roll
comin'))
Benny Jones
: 2,4,