Murphy Macguire: "Alright then, let's get yeh a
beer." He diverts from the subway station toward a pub down the street. "And I'd
like a hamburger or soomthin'."
Jarod Freeman: He makes
his way down the street toward Thomas's house. The trenchcoat is closed over his chest,
and he looks to be in a bit of pain as he moves along. ((DD needed?))
Murphy Macguire: ((please. You need ours?))
Connor Macguire: He nods a bit and glances around as he
walks, anger starting to peel away and give up to an easy, charming smile and relaxed
demeanor. Beer's coming. All will be well.
Connor Macguire: (*nods*)
Murphy Macguire: "Guess we talk ta Jarod
next," he remarks. "Since Lavander Boy and Mr. Cough didn't work out so
well."
Jarod Freeman: ((Nope.
Norman Reedus & Sean Patrick Flannery. Got it. *G*)) Walking into view is a young man,
blessed by God with natural great looks. He has a very "pretty-boy" face,
vaguely remniscent of Jared Leto with his well-defined facial structure and big blue eyes.
He is just a little bit lanky, though he tries to stay physically fit, and it shows
underneath his black turtleneck, leather trenchcoat, and blue jeans. His hair, a
shoulder-length platinum blonde, hangs free and unfettered.
Jarod Freeman: 5,3,10,7,7,
Murphy Macguire: 6,7,6,5,2,
Connor Macguire: "The girls'll work with us though
eh?"
Murphy Macguire: He pauses to watch the pained man
move toward Tom's place, and raises a brow.
Jarod Freeman: A glance
goes to the brothers, especially when he hears his name mentioned. His eyebrow quirks in
curiosity.
Connor Macguire: 6,3,8,5,
Connor Macguire: His head turns a bit and he looks over
Jarod then back to Murph, "You know that one too?"
Murphy Macguire: "No, but Baby said Jarod'd been
fooked oop in a fight. And he's headin' fer Tommy's place."
Murphy Macguire: "Are yeh Jarod?" he asks.
Jarod Freeman: A look
up to Thomas's place...that can wait. This is interesting. He turns his course, moving
slowly toward the two, his stance as relaxed as whatever injuries he has lets him be but
alert.
Connor Macguire: 5,9,6,7,
Connor Macguire: (roll awareness folks)
Murphy Macguire: 9,8,3,2,7,3,
Jarod Freeman: "Yeah,
I'm Jarod." He regards the two. "I seem to be at a disadvantage. Is my
reputation preceeding me?" Whether that's a good or bad thing to him is anyone's
guess.
Jarod Freeman: 5,9,6,9,4,
Connor Macguire -> Jarod Freeman: Lamp of faithing - if you be demonly you can roll WP diff 8 to
resist
Murphy Macguire: "I'm Murphy. This is m'brother
Connor. Baby sent us."
Jarod Freeman: 9,4,7,4,9,
Connor Macguire: He looks over Jarod a moment and nods.
"Evening."
Jarod Freeman: He tries
to resist, instinctually, as he feels the Lore wash over him. A bit paranoid, this one
seems. He nods to Murphy, relaxing a tiny bit as Baby is mentioned. "Ahh. Hi. Jarod
Freeman." He holds out a hand for Murphy to shake.
Murphy Macguire: He smiles and shakes the
"AEQUITAS" clear on his index finger.
Jarod Freeman -> Connor Macguire: He is a beacon of Faith, about as strong as Murphy is.
Connor Macguire: (And I have to go) He steps back a bit
and looks over Murph, "I'll get ahead and order the beers."
Connor Macguire: He shoulders Murph lightly, "Be
guod." He warns before winking to Jarod with a friendly grin.
Jarod Freeman: He nods
to Connor, smiling a little his way as he heads off, then looks back over to Murphy.
"New arrivals in town, I take it? One way or another?"
Murphy Macguire: He raises a brow. "Of course.
Have ta set a good example fer my baby brother."
Connor Macguire: "Yeh the baby." And with
that he lopes off. (Back later!)
Murphy Macguire: "New," he nods. "Heard
a bit about your run in. Tryin' ta get a bit o' information about how best ta coom at Mr.
Linky, but Eli's thrown a hissy fit, and Tom's...busy talkin' ta Eli."
Jarod Freeman: He sighs
a little. "That sounds about right." A rueful shake of the head.
Murphy Macguire: "D'yeh have a place we can
talk?"
Jarod Freeman: "Around
here?" He looks around, then shakes his head. "I can always rent a hotel room.
Those usually work."
Murphy Macguire: He frowns, glancing up toward the
pub, then along the street. "Doesn't look like a place likely ta have hotels
handy."
Jarod Freeman: He
smiles a little. "Well, it might be a bit of a walk, but I'm sure we can find one.
Otherwise, it's a long trip back to the next best place I can think of."
Murphy Macguire: He grunts. "D'yeh mind if I make
a call?"
Jarod Freeman: He
shakes his head. "By all means, go ahead. You need some privacy?"
Murphy Macguire: He shakes his head, pulling his
cellphone out and keying the number in.
Jarod Freeman: He takes
the opportunity to pull a cigarette from within the folds of his trenchcoat, wincing a
little as he does. He lights the thing and sucks the first drag in.
Murphy Macguire: "Hey! Roc. It's me. Kin yeh
drive over ta this place in Queens? I need ta use yer car."
Murphy Macguire: He rattles the address off and
glances to Jarod with a smile, tho there's a bit of wariness in his gaze.
Murphy Macguire: "We can use my friend's
car."
Jarod Freeman: He's
quiet, smoking as he waits for Murphy to finish up.
Jarod Freeman: He nods.
"Sounds good. Walking and subways kind of suck for me right now."
Murphy Macguire: Phone>"There's a pub nearby.
And who says beer interferes with business?"
Murphy Macguire: Jarod> "So how's the other
party in that scoofle lookin'?"
Jarod Freeman: A grin.
"Worse then I am, thankfully. Unfortunately, bitch is still sucking air. Both of
'em."
Murphy Macguire: He laughs into the phone.
"Thanks, Roc."
: (*click*)
Murphy Macguire: He flips the phone shut and raises a
brow. "Both bitches?"
Jarod Freeman: "Yeah.
I was going after one, and had to fight the other. All sorts of badness between the two of
them. Probably best explained behind closed doors."
Murphy Macguire: "Ah." he frowns sagely.
"Oonderstandable, yeh not wantin' ta talk aboot gettin' yer ass beat by a girl in
pooblic." He grins.
Jarod Freeman: He
chuckles despite himself at that. "Yeah, but some women...well, let's just say that
this one was hardly a lady."
Murphy Macguire: He laughs. "D'yeh want ta grab a
beer while we wait?"
Jarod Freeman: "Sure,
a beer would be great." He grins a little bit. So far, he seems to like this one.
Murphy Macguire: He nods and motions to the pub
Connor's in, matching his pace to the injured Jarod. "So, why'd yeh go after these
bitches alone?"
Jarod Freeman: He
follows along, making a quick look around the block as he does so. "Because one of
them had to be put down with extreme haste, you could say. And I didn't expect the other
one to be there...otherwise, the first would already be gone."
Murphy Macguire: He holds the door open for Jarod.
Murphy Macguire: He grunts at that. "And no one
else would lend a hand?"
Jarod Freeman: With a
grateful smile, he moves into the pub, taking it in as he does so. A quick glance goes
around, as if to scan the people inside, before he steps further inside.
Jarod Freeman: "No
time, I'm afraid. I saw my opporunity, and took it. She got out of there very quickly.
Very, very quickly. So I had to chase her."
Murphy Macguire: "Ah," he nods, looking for
Connor, who's engaged in a game of darts. He motions to a booth and says "Sit, what
are yeh havin'? I'll grab 't for yeh."
Jarod Freeman: "Heinekin
is fine, thanks." He settles into the booth, nodding appreciatively to the man.
Murphy Macguire: He nods and heads off, coming back
with a Heineken and a Guiness and, after speaking briefly with Connor on the way back, he
brings them back to the table.
Jarod Freeman: He takes
the beer from Murphy and nods. "Thanks." The man leans back in his seat,
watching the other. "So, are you guys from around here, or did you travel on
in?"
: (sound about right for rocco to arrive now?)
Murphy Macguire: "Connor just got inta
town," he takes a long sip of the beer, and burps. "I've been here for a week or
so, advance scoutin' yeh might say."
Murphy Macguire: (Shore!))
Jarod Freeman: "Smart
way to go about it." He takes a pull off his beer and nods. "Where you
from?"
Jarod Freeman: ((Works
for me. *S*))
Murphy Macguire: "Ireland," he says.
"Can't yeh tell?"
Jarod Freeman: "I
noted the accent," he grins. "But not everyone with an accent comes straight off
the island, so to speak. I try not to make assumptions."
Rocco: *the sound of a deisal engine sputtering and
coughing down the street, it makes a loop, and a few moments later the funny man himself
strides through the door, looking around*
Rocco: **He's sloppily tossed together, an italian
man with the typical italian hairiness, a short scruffy beard and 'stache, the same dark
brown as the thick greasy hair waving to his shoulders in an unkept sweptback mess. Clever
brown eyes that gleam over a wide grin, a dark tan and perpetual neck stubble. The man's
usually in a loose white t-shirt and jeans, a long navy coat tossed over the entire
lackluster ensemble. You get the impression that were he clean shaven and dressed up, he
might be worth looking at, but right now? ... not so much...** ((Not that you dont know
*laughs*))
Jarod Freeman
: 8,8,9,3,3,Rocco: *he snorts and shakes his head, sitting* fuck
man that sucks, whatthe hell, you fighting amazons? *looks jarod over again, and laughs
some more* You look like you waved a red flag at a bull dyke buddy.
Murphy Macguire: He laughs and takes a hit off his
beer. "You want somethin' ta drink, Roc?"
Jarod Freeman
: "Amazons is about right." He sighs a little bit. "Bitch made her house impenetrable, and had her friend waiting on the other side of the door. Had to get creative with a car, an oil rag, and a lighter to even get into them. And then it got nasty."Murphy Macguire: If Jarod sits in front, he sits
behind the wheel. If he sits in back, Murph sits in the back too. He lights up a
cigarette. "So Baby says you're one o' th' few good ones ta coom out o' th' Silver
Legion."
Jarod Freeman: A nod.
"Yeah. Can't say I'm a fan of what the Legion did after Sagun. Probably part of why I
got away from Tab'a'et, started scouting."
Rocco (pt): (the car. is a wrecked blue deisal
thing. fast food wrappers carpet the floor. it smells a little like beer. and a little gun
is under a big mack container between the drivers and the passenger's seat)
Murphy Macguire: He considers this. Nods. "Well,
my broother and I, we're here ta make amends. Ta send the ones who belong in Hell back
there. We were in th' Iron Legion tagether."
Jarod Freeman: "I'm
with you on the amenda. Came out of the Abyss a Faustian, to be honest...but certain
things have...changed my perspective."
Murphy Macguire: "Really? And what's yer
perspective now?"
Jarod Freeman: He looks
at the dash a long moment, before answering. "I want the war to be over. I don't want
to fight the Creator anymore. I guess you could call me a Reconciler, or closer to it then
anything else..."
Murphy Macguire: He takes a long drag of his cig,
swiveling in the seat a bit to regard him intensely. "What changed yer mind so
drastically?"
Jarod Freeman: "If
you want complete honesty? A woman." He smiles a little.
Murphy Macguire: "Joost a woman?"
Jarod Freeman: "Yes.
Just a woman. One I went to catch as a thrall, and who changed my complete perspective
around." He lights a cigarette.
Murphy Macguire -> Jarod Freeman: ((Angelic Gaze merit -2 diff to empathy rolls, but I like a dolt
forgot to take emp. Can I roll per and you can tell me what's up from there?))
Murphy Macguire: 10,3,3,4,
Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: ((Sure. Without empathy, diff is standard anyway, 'cause it's a
talent, so it would be Per vs. 4))
Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: The man is quite obviously in love with this woman he's talking
about, and he's sincere in what he's saying. He's a little wary of Murphy, just having met
him.
Murphy Macguire: "Not joost a woman then. But her
loove." He nods. "That's God's Grace at work, right there." He grins to
him. "So, tell me aboot what needs killin'."
Jarod Freeman: He
blinks a little, but nods. "All right. Well, we've got an Earthbound in town. Baby's
heading up most of the information there...I'm helping as much as I can. Besides the
obvious problem of one of our former superiors, insane and trying to enslave the world,
it's personal for me. Fucker's follower killed my Thrall." He scowls a bit.
"Then, we've got our Raveners. A Devourer, head of the Ministry of Lions. And a Fiend
who's trying to weasel her way into the Courts. Fiend's a flesh-eater...used to serve in
the Earthbound's company during the war. Continued her flesh-eating ways up here,
too."
Murphy Macguire: "What's her name?"
Jarod Freeman: "Host's
name is Cynthia Connors. Her Celestial is Zag. Zagel. Combine them, and you've got the
name." He takes a drag, his eyes hard. "What's more, she's trying to find a
relic from the War. Every heard of the Soultaker?" ((Int+Leg))
Murphy Macguire: 2,6,8,8,
Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: A massive broadsword, made of a dull black metal, that has a
demon WILLINGLY bound into it. When it slays demons or mortals, it absorbs them INTO it.
Both sides feared the damn thing. And what's worth, if it breaks, theory holds that all
those demons will be freed.
Murphy Macguire: His jaw sets. "What's she want
it for?"
Jarod Freeman: "She's
a Ravener, Murphy. The thing's got the power to fuck all Creation. You do the math."
Murphy Macguire: He scratches the sparse hairs on his
chin. "Well, if meh broother was trapped in there, I'd be lookin' ta get him
free." He shrugs. "I mean, here I am talkin' ta a Faustian who's turned
Reconciler. Thought there might a been soomthin' personal between this woman and the
sahrd."
Jarod Freeman: He
shrugs. "Point made. But imagine it this way. What is an Earthbound, but one of us,
trapped in something without humanity...nothing to keep us sane, keep us good. And this
thing has how many demons trapped inside? Demons that have been trapped in there longer
then any of us even spent inside the Abyss. That makes for a lot of NASTY Earthbound to
get out. Or one VERY nasty Earthbound, who's consumed all the others."
Murphy Macguire: He considers that. "Well, then.
If we find 't, we'll have ta find a way ta send 'em all ta God."
Jarod Freeman: "That
is the plan. But the key is, she CAN'T find it. S'why I tried to off her." He pauses.
"And I think she's trying to corrupt Eli, too."
Murphy Macguire: "How close is Miss Connors ta
findin' this, d'yeh think?"
Rocco (pt): *rocco's stretching in his chair inside,
making a pass at the waitress everytime she sweeps by. he figures he's doing pretty good.
she likely doesn't. but at least she's laughing at his jokes as he messily devours a
burger, oblivious to the ketchup on his chin*
Jarod Freeman: "I
don't know." He shakes his head. "I've had all of about ten minutes of
conversation with her. Eli's trying to find out more."
Murphy Macguire: "Eli's a fookin' prima donna.
One who thinks her eminence is goin' ta count fer somethin' here. She wouldn't tell oos
anythin', joost wasted our time."
Murphy Macguire: "And Tom, well...he's a bit
thick, but his heart's in the right place."
Connor Macguire: Connor tosses darts, smoke dangling
from his lips, beer in his right hand, throwing with the left. He glances over at Rocco,
"She said no ta ya the first 10 times what makes ya think this one'll be any
differant'eh?"
Murphy Macguire: "And if Miss Cannibal's
corruptin' Eli, I wouldn't troost that information, anyway. But who in yer opinion's the
bigger threat? And needs ta be dealt with first? And d'yeh think this Tyrant fella's in
bed with Mr. Linky?"
Rocco (pt): Hey! I'm the guy! the funny man. I'm
like fucking cancer. before you know it i'm growin on you. *he chews his burger and
swallows, leaning back, beer in his hand* Better'n your luck, what was the last hot peice
you sank into? *he snorts, grinning as he swallows a mouthful of beer*
Connor Macguire: He tosses another dart then takes his
cigarette out of his mouth, "No time for fornicating, 'got better things ta be
doin'."
Rocco (pt): aaaah there's always time for
fornicating .. aint there ashley? *he looks up to the waitress as she passes by with a
shake of her head* fuck me, make that 11.
Jarod Freeman: He
shakes his head. "Eli means well. Prima donna? Asbsolutely." He grins.
"Total drama queen. But he's trying to do the right thing, even if he's too hung up
on Lucifer. Thomas, you're about on there with that. As far as who's the bigger
threat..." He sighs. "Cernnunos, the Earthbound, is more dangerous in his own
right, but he's moving slowly. I may have a vendetta against him, but I really think
Conners is the bigger threat, depending on how close she is to the Soultaker. Conners and
the Minster of Lions combined. They're obviously allied."
Jarod Freeman: "As
for Kerioth..." He sighs. "I hate the man with a passion. He's everything that's
wrong with us without being a Ravener himself. But if he's in league with Cernnunos, he's
hiding it VERY damn well."
Murphy Macguire: "And yer tryin' ta take 'em both
oot?
Connor Macguire: He shakes his head and downs the rest
of his beer, setting the empty bottle on Ashley's tray before going to fetch his darts.
"Yeh gotta treat a woman with respect Rocco."
Murphy Macguire: "Alright. I know when and where
Mr. Linky's meetin' with his followers. But I don't know enough about his abilities ta
coom up with a plan. I've got the name Titus, but I don't know how 't ties in with
anythin'. I know Eli knows, cause he was talkin' ta baby about lookin' fer Mr. Titus' new
body."
Murphy Macguire: "Tom was fillin' oos in a bit,
but he got a" points to his head, "Ringaling from someone and stopped talkin' to
oos."
Rocco (pt): Ah I'm treating her with respect. *he
leans back to holler at her* Aren't I Ashley? I haven't asked you for a blow job or
anything, I'm a fucking gentleman. *he smoothes his hair back and sighs* man. I need to
get laid. I'm turning into fucking ravie. Livin alone with a mother fucking cat. I'm going
to die and that cats going to eat my nads.
Jarod Freeman: "Titus
is Cernnunos's follower. Abal and Dioth. He's a Scourge that we found while staking out a
place where Cernnunos's followers attacked me in Staten Island."
Murphy Macguire: ((LMAO @ Rocco))
Jarod Freeman
: ((LOL))Connor Macguire: He doesn't even check out the
waitress' cute little ass instead he goes back to tossing darts. "What the fook you
think is taking Murphy so long?"
Murphy Macguire: He frowns at that. "Alright. So,
d'yeh know where Miss Connors and LionGirl are? And what they can do in fight?" he
smirks to Jarod. "We can go as a team and take them oot."
Rocco (pt): he's talkin to some pretty boy in the
car. *he laughs and puts his feet up on the chair across from him, eating his fries with
slovenly leisure* You were so busy tossing darts with the old folks home here, we didn't
want to interrupt you.
Murphy Macguire: "Or would LionGirl and t'other
actually move themselves ta fight against Mr. Linky and co.?"
Jarod Freeman: "Well,
Connors can Teleport...pretty good with Portals. Dunno what else. Lioness is a bad-ass.
Her Form is just frightening. But, I know where Conners' home is...was planning on
investigating, see if she's back, or if there's any clues there as to where she might be
hiding."
Rocco (pt): me? I'm a creature of base fucking
needs. I'm hungry. *he holds up half his burger in a ketchup dribbly salute*
Murphy Macguire: "Why would she coom back if yeh
attacked her there?"
: ((*pokes* doncha forget about a Cherry now *S*))
Connor Macguire: He tosses another dart and glances at
the window, then back to the board, "They do got good burgers."
Jarod Freeman: "Because
it's her home." She shrugs. "Or Cynthia's anyway. And it's a damn nice one, too.
Cynthia was a rich woman...a black widow. Killed her husband. I don't think Cynthia or the
Demon inside is accustomed to living out of that lifestyle. And if she's not back, there
may be clues as to where she's living now."
Rocco (pt): Fcuk yeah. none of this blood running
out of them yuppie shit. we invented fire. I want my meat fucking cooked! *he commences
with dispatching his burger, then inquires, mouth full* Huy yo wa wah?
Murphy Macguire: He considers this. "Seems ta me,
if she can telport...the way ta get her is ta take advantage o' that."
Murphy Macguire: "But frankly, makes no sense ta
kill her oontil yeh know where that bloody sahrd is. And how close she is ta 't."
Jarod Freeman: "Get
her to teleport home and have someone there, waiting to take her out, you mean?"
Connor Macguire: He tosses the last dart and looks back
to Rocco, "Naw I had one 'er earlier. Is good though."
Murphy Macguire: HE nods to Jarod. "Aye."
Rocco (pt): *wipes the ketchup from his face with
the back of his hand, then wipes his hands on his jeans*
Jarod Freeman: "My
only concern is that she may be TOO close to it." He sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"You might be right. Do you think you can get close to her, maybe find out what she
knows? I need to try and pull Eli away, before she gets to him too much."
Murphy Macguire: "Give oos her address. And if
yeh know LionGirl's home, and what she goes by humanwise, that's help, too."
Connor Macguire: "Yeh gonna be staying with us
Rocco or yeh and your cat got ya own place?"
Jarod Freeman: He
rattles off the address. "Lioness is a old homeless woman...she's been pretty
secretive about her host. I'll see if I can find it though the Courts somehow."
Murphy Macguire: "Alright." He nods, and
pulls his rosary out from under his shirt, kissing it reverently before bowing his head to
pray.
Rocco (pt): naw *clears his throat, head shaking no.
chews at something left in his mouth and follows it up with a swig of beer* Got my own
place. been here long before you lazy Micks decided to haul your ass into town. Me and my cat
got a shithole all our own. we're a picture of marital fucking bliss.
Murphy Macguire -> Jarod Freeman: (Lore of Patterns 1 to find when and where Onsetsu next eats at a
homeless shelter)
Murphy Macguire: 6,3,4,6,6,2,
Connor Macguire: "Jus don't shoot this one this
time eh?"
Murphy Macguire -> Jarod Freeman: (and now, same Lore to find when and where Zagzagel and Onsetsu
meet next.)
Jarod Freeman: 1,8,2,4,7,
Murphy Macguire
: 5,8,5,6,10,8,Rocco (pt): *he sinks his head into a hand and
starts laughing, shaking his head* I can't beleive it fucking exploded.. just *grande
movement with his hands* Boom. Kibblets
Murphy Macguire: He nods. "Alright. Let's go get
the boys and make a plan."
Murphy Macguire: "You stay here, I'll be right
back." He gets out of the car and heads inside the bar.
Rocco (pt): *a fry is crammed into his still
laughing mouth*
Connor Macguire: He laughs heartily his arms tossing
out to mimic the explotion. "Never thought there was so much blood in a fuck'n
cat."
Murphy Macguire: He enters the bar, waving Connor and
Rocco to him. "C'mon, we've got work ta do."
Jarod Freeman: He waits
in the car, lighting up another clove.
Connor Macguire: He looks over, still laughing and
heads to the door.
Murphy Macguire: "Bring yer fries, Roc, I'm
starvin'." He lights up another cigarette, tossing his keys back to him.
Connor Macguire: He drapes an arm around Murphy's
shoulders once he gets to him, "So what we doin' tonight?"
Rocco (pt): *a few more fries crammed into his mouth
for the road, wrapping them up in a napkin. hands wiped on pants, he gets half way to the
door and tosses money back on the table. yes rocco. remember to pay. a grin to ashley.
unfortunately the fries shoved in his mouth don't make it entirely charming., a wave from
the waitress as he heads out after connor*
Murphy Macguire: "We're makin' a fookin' plan ta
take out a Lion."
Murphy Macguire: He pulls out his phone and keys it.
Connor Macguire: He looks to Murphy and raises a brow
with a grin, "Ah you know me 'n Roc were jus talking bout that fook'n cat 'e used to
have."
Rocco (pt): a lion *its have muffled as he finishs
chewing* like a fucking zoo lion? big cat?
Murphy Macguire: He laughs at that. "Well, this
is one cat that deserves ta be exploded."
Murphy Macguire: "Gimme that," he says,
grabbing Roc's napkin full of fries and cramming them in his mouth.
Murphy Macguire: Into phone: "Mmphf, Sherry. Mrph
'm."
Murphy Macguire: He swallows and continues.
"We're gonna coom by, meet oos at the cemetery."
Jarod Freeman: Still
waiting in the car, he is, smoking away.
Rocco (pt): well. I'm your guy. *he laughs and
shakes his head, tapping his chest with his hands, exuberant, fries snatched* hey i was
fuckin eaten those! *but he gives them up*
Connor Macguire: He laughs and heads to the car letting
himself into the back of it.
Rocco (pt): Gimme my fucking keys you potato
stealing fucking leprechaun. *he looks in the car, apparently intending on driving*
Jarod Freeman: He's
sitting in the shotgun spot. "Should I move to the back. Don't want to be stealin'
anyone's seat..." He offers a grin to Rocco and Connor.
Murphy Macguire: He picks up the keys Roc never
bothered to catch and hands them to him. "Start it oop." He opens the car door
and gets in, letting Connor grab the other door. Into the phone he says "We're
goin'ta make a plan."
Connor Macguire: "He already gave you the fook'n
keys." He slumps down behind the driver's seat in the back and nods to Jarod.
"Ey."
Murphy Macguire: "Naw, yer find there,
Jarod." He goes back into the phone. "We'll pick yeh oop there."
Jarod Freeman -> Jarod
Freeman: 5,8,9,9,3,6,6,
Murphy Macguire: "Bye, take care, lass." He
hangs up. "Head by the cemetery, Roc, we're pickin' oop Cherry."
Rocco (pt): Oh jesus, when 'd he throw those? *he
slides into the drivers seat and starts the tank up with a deisal rumble, he snorts* ok...
get away car its not.
Murphy Macguire: "We'll have ta get yeh a new
car, Roc."
scarlet -> Jarod Freeman: ((would
you mind jarod being invoked by an eli?))
Murphy Macguire: ((any objection to fast forwarding to
the point we pick Cherry up?))
Jarod Freeman: He
chuckles a little at the trio's interactions, and settles back in his seat.
Connor Macguire: He rolls down the window and pulls out
a cigarette, lighting it.
Connor Macguire: (nods)
Jarod Freeman -> scarlet: ((Naah, that's cool.))
Jarod Freeman: ((Works
for me.))
Murphy Macguire: He happily munches away at the rest
of the fries during the trip.
Rocco (pt): what, and deny me the purr of this
cougar? *he snorts sardonically as the car bangs and rattles, he pulls out and starts
driving them on their way to pick up cherry,* (we pick up cherry!)
Murphy Macguire: Roc drives to a beautiful old
cemetery in Woodlan, Bronx, and pulls up next to a gorgeous mausoleum.
Murphy Macguire: (Woodlawn)
Cherry Matthews: Cherry is standing there leaning against a wall her
cane in one hand. She grins hearing the car pull up.
Murphy Macguire: He cracks an elbow into Connor's ribs
and shoves into him to make him move over and then opens the door. "Hey, Cherry! O'er
here, if that nootcrackin' rattle hasn't alerted yeh."
voice in jarod's head -> Jarod Freeman: "Melioth... love. You feelin alright?" It's the concerned voice of
Elijah.
Rocco (pt): *he just looks at the boys, what the
hell? though his mouth literally drops open as he sees cherry.*
Connor Macguire: He grunts and slides to the middle
with a groan. "Next time yeh gotta sit on the hump Murph."
Cherry Matthews: She laughs and heads towards Murphy's voice.
"I hear ya. Make enough noise ta wake the dead."
Murphy Macguire: He scoots over into Connor to give
Cherry room to sit inside the car, and says "Alright, Roc, we're goin' ta drive ta an
alleyway in Queens and get th' lay o' the land there."
Jarod Freeman: He
raises an eyebrow. "Hey, Eli. Yeah, I'm okay. Still seriously hurting, but getting
better." He looks to the brothers as they pull up next to Cherry, smiling
apologetically.
Murphy Macguire: ((Actually Murph's got the hump.
*G*))
Murphy Macguire: 8,3,5,9,4,9,
Murphy Macguire: He growls as he feels the
communication interrupt them. "Tell him ta fook af."
voice in jarod's head -> Jarod Freeman: The boy lets out a releived sigh. "FABulous, love.. you had me worried..
Hadn't heard from you in a bit."
Cherry Matthews: She slides into the car,folding her cane and swopes
her hand out the door a few times to grab it and pull it closed. "Yo Rocco, ya can
roll yer toung back in your mouth now."
Connor Macguire: He looks throughally unimpressed to
hear Jarod talking to Eli, "'Aye ta that." He shots a look at Rocco. "'N
don you even /think/ about hittin' on Cherry 'ere." (Ah sorry)
Rocco (pt): yeah I'm rocco *he's overzealous,
leaning out of the drivers seat into the back and extending a hand to cherry.. what
supernatural communication? nono.. there were tits in the car* You're Cherry eh?
Rocco (pt): *the mouth shuts.*
Murphy Macguire: "Yeah, Roc, pickin' oop girls at
th' cemetery," he shakes his head with a mock look of disappointment. "That's
jus' sad."
Jarod Freeman: "He's
worried about me is all, man." He looks at Murphy a moment, as if asking for just a
moment. "I'm doing okay, Eli. Healing up nicely."
Rocco (pt): Jesus, why you busting my balls tonight?
*he grumbles, smoothing the beard on his chin with the hand not extended* She aint dead!
Cherry Matthews: "That'd be me sugar dun wear the name
out." she grins. leaning forward slightly. "Gotta tell ya these beautiful eyes
dun see a thing...just a warnin." she leans back into the seat.
Murphy Macguire: His gaze goes hard, and his jaw
pulses, that cold fire burning in their blue depths. He points his fingers at Jarod.
"You don't tell him a fookin' wahrd aboot this plan. Not if Miss Cynthia is workin'
him."
voice in jarod's head -> Jarod Freeman: "Good ta here. Don't scare me like that, love.." Gives a soft laugh
"I've got to go.. Meeting up with Vic. I'll see ya around.."
Jarod Freeman: He holds
a hand up, giving Murphy a look that says 'Relax,' as he listens for a moment.
Jarod Freeman: "All
right. Tell him I said hi. That's for lookin' in on me."
Murphy Macguire: He smacks Roc in the back of the
head. "Road's that way Don Juan." He points out the windsheild.
Jarod Freeman: ((Thanks))
Rocco (pt): oh geez, shit. fuck me. sorry. *he
..what does he do.. does he take her hand? no.. his hands end up sort of hovering
awkwardly near her chest. * uhhh. *he looks to murphy, hearing the tone and forgetting the
hands for the moment, he remembers as he's smacked* Ow fuck.. going. jesus. ball busting
fucking *grumbling as he starts the car*
Connor Macguire: He blows smoke out the window.
"Everythin' al'ight Cher?"
voice in jarod's head -> Jarod Freeman: "Will do. Later, love." ~cuts invocation~
Cherry Matthews: She laughs hearing the smack to the head.
"Aaaw I feel loved."
Murphy Macguire: He smacks him again, his good natured
ribbing turning serious. "No takin' th' Lord's name in vain, either."
Jarod Freeman: He nods
as the invocation fades, then looks back to the car. "Sorry, guys."
Cherry Matthews: "Yep I really like this place." she
motions to the cemetary.
Rocco (pt): *sputtering and coughing the deisal
roars to life and pulls out* Ow fuck! jesus! *a little swerve as he's smacked again* I'm
fucking driving here!
Cherry Matthews: "So you would be ref boy huh?" she syas
to Jarod. "Nice ta finally meetcha, heard a lot aboutcha from before."
Murphy Macguire: "That's great," he smiles
at Cherry. "Yeh need a little happiness in yehr life." He looks to Jarod.
"I oonderstand."
Rocco (pt): speaking of which.. where we goin, or am
i looping the damn graveyard all night?
Jarod Freeman: "Ref
boy?" He raises an eyebrow. "I guess you could put it that way, yeah. Hey."
He smiles to Cherry.
Connor Macguire: He shakes his head a bit at Rocco,
"I'm glad yah like it Cherry."
Cherry Matthews: She no0ds her head to Myrphy, and grins to what
Rocco said. "Now that I wouldn't mind but I believe we are headded to Queens hot
stuff."
Murphy Macguire: He gives Roc directions to an alley
in Queens. "Cnerry, this is Jarod, Jarod, Cherry. Both Reconcilers. Roc's a friend o'
ours who's helpin' oos."
Cherry Matthews: "Yeah yeah, Ref boy, you ran interfearance on
Lavander boy anmd knight in shinning armor a couppla night's ago at Bettery Park."
Jarod Freeman: "I
remember." He nods to Cherry. "How are you?"
Rocco (pt): *did she just call him hot stuff? awww
damnit.. she was making fun of him. Fuck. his hand slaps the steering wheel. he shakes his
hair into his face and starts driving, a grin slowly spreading acorss his face. she did
call him hot stuff*
Murphy Macguire: "Now, since we're all o' th'
same mind about a certain Lion Girl, I figured we could work tagether ta take her out.
She'll be visitin' this alley, in the guise o' a homeless women, in two days."
Cherry Matthews: "Yo Jarod, Baby mentioned ya the other
day."Been good these here boys are letting me stay with em, they've got this
wonderfully old Cemetary here and I just adore em." she grins.
Murphy Macguire: "She's goin' ta fook up the poor
homeless people here, and we can't let that happen."
Rocco (pt): why you want a cemetary? *thats it
rocco. all tact*
Jarod Freeman: He nods
to Murphy. "All right. About time we caught the bitch in the act."
Cherry Matthews: After that whold 'God will' thing Myrphy told her
about earlier she nodsa her head listening to him.
Murphy Macguire: "Becoose the men 'er all in
tooxes en don't throw lame jokes at 'er there," he says to Roc.
Cherry Matthews: After that whold 'God will' thing Myrphy told her
about earlier she nodsa her head listening to him.
Murphy Macguire: "Becoose the men 'er all in
tooxes en don't throw lame jokes at 'er there," he says to Roc.
Connor Macguire: "We're sure shes at the cemetary
though?"
Cherry Matthews: ((Okay can we say I cannot sleep tonight..*L*))
Murphy Macguire: "No, Connor, the ~alleyway~
we're heading to. Wake th' fook up, Rambo, this is yoor fookin' job, leadin' th'
charge."
Rocco (pt): Hey! I look good in a tux!.... you eat
all my fries asshole? *he laughs and looks back to murphy hopefully* what? who're we
killin?
Connor Macguire: He looks back to Murphy and rolls his
eyes, "I missed the briefing Kirk. Do we need the fook'n rope again this time?"
Cherry Matthews: "Betcha do Roc. So set up shop in the alley
and mess up her plans huh?" she says to Murphy.
Murphy Macguire: "You and yer fookin' rope,"
he rolls his eyes. "If yeh want 't bring it. And here's the bloody briefin'
now."
Cherry Matthews: "Rope?" she raises an eyebrow.
Murphy Macguire: "Yeh had ta be there," he
says to Cherry.
Rocco (pt): *He snorts, driving* when we kill this
kitty?
Connor Macguire: He grins over at Cherry, though she
can't see it, "In the fook'n movies they always have a rope."
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head and goes back to listening.
Jarod Freeman: "So,
moving on, folks?" He smiles a little.
Cherry Matthews: "Movie? what's a movie?" she seriously
asks.
Connor Macguire: (ack brb phone)
Murphy Macguire: "She's goin' ta kill about 15-20
homeless people. It's goin' ta happen...." he points out the alley as Roc drives by
it. "Right there."
Rocco (pt): *driiiiiiving.. to quuuuueeeeens., his
head cocks dangerously back as cherry speaks* You know. a movie. like.. ah.. bambi. or
rambo...*looks out the window as Murph points* right fucking there huh?
Murphy Macguire: "Aye, Roc." He pats him on
the shoulder. "I'm thinkin' we hit her before 't happens, so she's at her weakest.
We've got ta keep th' people safe."
Jarod Freeman: He looks
the place over, trying to get a sense of vantage points, hiding places...ways to set a
trap. ((Per+Security))
Jarod Freeman: 9,9,5,4,9,
Cherry Matthews: If the look on her face get's anymore blank she
just might look even more dead. "Oooooooh okay." she doesn't move when murphy
points out the spot. "15-20 huh?" shakes her head.
Murphy Macguire: "Pull over." He taps Roc
again. "Cherry, kin yeh talk ta those she's already kilt?"
Rocco (pt): *he pulls over with sputtering and
banging*
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "Yep...piece of cake. might
not be the same afterwards but I can."
Murphy Macguire: "What d'yeh mean?"
Jarod Freeman: The
alleyway is a deep one, one of those kind with one entrance and exit, a large brick wall
on the other end. A good dozen homeless people are currently inside it, resting about.
Rocco (pt): *nods to the boys, scrambling out of the
car and grabbing his gun from under a big mac container* huh? you can talk to the dead?
shite man thats fucked up
Cherry Matthews: She pats Murphy's thigh. "Someof us ain't done
as well as you two." she says when the car stops she opens the door and unfolds her
cane standing there. "So she has been here before?"
Murphy Macguire: "Don't get oot o' th' car!"
Cherry Matthews: She hooks a thumb in Roc's direction. "Whered
ya guys pick him up he's cute." she grins.
Connor Macguire: (back sorry)
Cherry Matthews: She jumps and sits her but back on the seat of the
car, she hadn't done nuthing but stand up, folding the cane in half . "What's
up?" she wispers.
Rocco (pt): what why? *he gets back in the car, half
out half in, reslumping*
Connor Macguire: Je looks down the hall thoughtfully.
"Huh. Yeh think she would notice if we flipped in and pretended ta be homeless
folks?"
Murphy Macguire: "Roc, get yer ass the fook back
in here and sit th' fook doon."
Murphy Macguire: (DLP) "Close th' fookin' dahr
and let's go."
Rocco (pt): (hey! i'm apparently making a cake. be
back inna minute) *rocco starts up the car and throws a look of bewilderment back to
murph* where to?
Jarod Freeman: "I
can do that," he says in response to Connor. "Transfiguration, and all. I can
see if I can be ready to go in a couple days."
Cherry Matthews: She rewaches a hand out swipping a few times before
grabbing the door and shutting it herself. Head tilting to the side. "So we ain't
staying."
Murphy Macguire: "Around the block. Park in a lot
or soomthin'." He says to Roc, then looks to Cherry. "If she live around here, I
don't want her seein' us all tagehter, 't could tip her off."
Jarod Freeman: He nods
a little bit to Murphy's logic.
Murphy Macguire: He nods to Jarod. "So long as
she won't sense yer foolin' her, that's an option. And Cherry here...well, she looks
thrashed enough ta be livin' the streets as well. We can send yeh both inta th' alley
ahead o' time." He looks to Conor. "And we'll get th' drop on her from behind.
Or aboove. Or both."
Cherry Matthews: She tilts her head to the side. "I can make
sure she doesn't see me, and I can go and do the asking, be a bit easier, especially if
she has been here before."
Rocco (pt): *he drives a block down and pulls into a
small staff parking lot, clearly marked "violaters will be ticketed"*
Murphy Macguire: "That's good Cher, but before
yeh go, let's see what questions we might need th' answers to before we send yeh."
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "sounds good I'm listenin
boys."
Murphy Macguire: ((and sorry had a phone call got
distracted, can I roll per+security too for the alley?))
Murphy Macguire: 2,8,4,7,10,
Connor Macguire: "How exactly do we know she's
gonna do this?"
Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: There's a few recessed doorways that can be hidden in...there
isn't much like on the rooftops, which are single-story. Assuming the group can be sneaky,
there's room for them all to hide.
Murphy Macguire: "First off...this is what we're
lookin' fer:" He describes Onsetsu's human host. "And this is what she'll turn
inta." He describes her Apocalyptic form.
Murphy Macguire: (Looks to Rav to fill them all in if
needed. *G*))
Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: Only problem is that some of them are deep in, and the slaughter
will have been started by then, probably. The key will be TRAPPING the thing. Attack too
soon, and it can flee out of the alley.
Rocco (pt): Jesus *he breathes, turned around in his
seat as he shuts the tank of a car off*
Murphy Macguire: He gives Connor a ~look~ "How
th' fook did tha' fookin' rope keep oos hangin' froom th' ceilin'? By the Grace o'
God."
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. still listening to murphy.
Murphy Macguire: "Roc," he shakes his head.
"Yeh keep sayin' that, it'lld be more than Hail Marys you'll be doin' penance
with."
Jarod Freeman: Onsetsu's
human host is a woman, exceptionally old, haggard, with stringy grey hair and dressed in
rags with bare feet. The Celstial Form is much more frightening...like some kind of
Bagheera, only larger, with mangy fur and glowing red eyes.
Connor Macguire: He leans back and taps another
cigarette out of his pack, handing it to Murphy, "Well I'm jus askin' iffn was
somethin' Jarod 'er told us or not. It's all by the Grace 'a God in the end."
Jarod Freeman: Sorry,
rephrase. Taller, but emaciated. It also has a prehensile tail. Eyes are yellow, cat-like.
((ALWAYS check notes, NEVER go off your memory! BAD Ravyn!))
Cherry Matthews: ((*Snickers at Ravyn*))
Murphy Macguire: He takes the smoke. (And I need to go
in a few, hunny's just pulled in)
Rocco (pt): Fuck, sorry guys. *he cringes. obviously
not the threat worrying him, he shakes his head* man. this sounds like one big bitch.
Murphy Macguire: "What we need ta do is ta trap
her in there. We need ta make her go far enough in that she can't slip out. I'll coom down
off th'roof at her, and coover that direction, but we need ta make sure there aren't any
innocents in th' way first--without tippin' her off ta the trap."
Jarod Freeman: "I've
fought her." He rubs his chest, wincing a bit. "She's a killer, no doubt about
it, and a bad-ass one, too. Only way I survived was by taking my own Form and fighting
smart. She's all rampage and slaughter...she doesn't tend to fight tactically."
Murphy Macguire: "Maybe' that's what yeh could do, Cherry? If the dead can touch th' livin'? Maybe scare 'em up ta the end o' the alley, deep in where she can't reach 'em easily."
Connor Macguire: He eyes the road thoughtfully.
"We're all gonna have ta go native likely Jarod."
Cherry Matthews: "I can try....I have forgotten someof my
abilities in working with them, but I will see, if anything else, I can scare them down
there, so as not to get in the way."
Cherry Matthews: "Just a little trick I know of." she
grins
Rocco (pt): *he looks to cherry as though finally
realizing something( Oh fuck you too? *he looks to the boys, from murphy to connor, to
connor to murphy*
Murphy Macguire: He frowns. "Well, we can't risk
tippin' her off...we need ta be careful not ta do anythign before the trap gets
sprung."
Connor Macguire: He nods a bit to Rocco. "Murph,
when's this gonna go down?"
Cherry Matthews: She leans forward. "What's wrong Roc?"
Murphy Macguire: "Two days from now."
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "Can do, jus leave me here
and I will get all comfy cosy like with the rest of em."
Jarod Freeman: He nods
to Connor. "Not a bad idea. I can go authentic, the rest of you might have to play
dress up."
Connor Macguire: "Al'ight. What are the buildings
on either side of the alley?"
Murphy Macguire: "It's like I said, Roc. We're
like 7-11. We got franchises everywhere."
Cherry Matthews: She grins andleans back in the seat, running her
toungue ring over her teath.
Murphy Macguire: "Hey...what if the cops do a
sweep a few hours b'fore? D'yeh think she'd know there wasn't anyone there t'ravage?"
Rocco (pt): fuck me. fuck! *he sighs and shakes his
head, leaning back and rubbing his beard* what you guys got for me then?
Jarod Freeman: "She
might not enter the alleyway, if there's no one inside to go after." He frowns.
"And we need her a ways inside."
Connor Macguire: "I'm thinking we camp out in one
of the buildings either side. She ain't gonna come to the alley if'n the people aren't
there but we kin be prepared ta move 'em fast."
Cherry Matthews: "Well Rocco if these boys would letme I
would." she grins.
Murphy Macguire: "Well, would she go in if she
saw you and Cherry there?"
Connor Macguire: "Cherry. THat's your job key?
Scaring the fook'n people. We'll throw Rocco down in the fook'n alley too. He makes for a
good bum I think." He grins over at Murphy, "Great minds brother."
Cherry Matthews: "Yeah leave the scaring of the people to the
opposite end of the alley ta me. the only other optiion is to make Jarod there and me look
a little beat up like leftovers." she shrugs.
Rocco (pt): *his eyes widen and those white teeth
flash a moment at cherry before he dims them by shutting his mouth* yeah. yeah i can be a
bum
Murphy Macguire: "Hey...what about...what if we
arm all th' people? Let 'em defend themselves? Focus 'em on riddin' themselves from the
evil? I bet that fookin' Monster won't be expectin' ~that~."
Rocco (pt): *he looks from connor to murphy, then to
jarod* you're gunna give a bunch of drunk homelss bums guns? i mean.. fuck..
Jarod Freeman: "The
problem, Murphy, is when she takes her Form. Most of them will start running in fear,
right up to that wall. Homeless folk aren't always known for high force of will."
Murphy Macguire: "We gave you one, didn't
we?" he asks Roc.
Connor Macguire: "The three ah us will find a
place ta watch from one of the bloody buildings. When she comes Rocco'll give the sign,
Cherry'll scare the fook outta the bums 'n we three bust out the windows, using the rope
to swing down into the alley, block the bitch's path 'n fook 'er up." He blinks at
Murphy and grins. "I'm with Rocco on that. I barely trust 'im with a fook'n
gun."
Rocco (pt): *shaes his head, muttering* kill one
fucking cat..
Jarod Freeman: "I
can leap down without rope...but other then that, yeah, I like that plan." He nods to
Connor.
Cherry Matthews: "What in the world is it with you and
rope?" she sighs. "That puts me at the end of the alley with the homeless and
facing off with her. No prob with me."
Murphy Macguire: He nods to Jarod. "Alright then.
Here's how I see 't. Jarod and Cherry already in th' alley with Roc. Connor here on th'
street in th' car. Me oop on the roof. With the fookin' rope," he adds for Connor's
benefit. "Connor and I keep a look out. We contact Roc when we see her coomin'. Roc
lets you both know. Cherry does her spooky shit. Jarod acts like he's too droonk ta move,
and he's the first one she goes after."
Connor Macguire: "Soon as the homeless people are
clear we all go native. Yeh can come back then Cherry. Rocco'll keep the folks safe."
Jarod Freeman: He
listens to Murphy, apparently willing to consider alterations to the plan.
Connor Macguire: He frowns a bit at Murphy,
"What's wrong with my plan?"
Murphy Macguire: "Connor blocks th' alley, I
joomp down on her from the roof, and Jarod and Cherry roosh her from their positions. Roc
you keep th' people back, tell 'em jokes or wave yer goon at 'em or somthin', keep 'em
from seein what goes on."
Cherry Matthews: "Okay boys ya fight over those issues as to
who is where when and why. I know m,y part doen't change nor does Rpccoo's really."
she grins to Rocco. "You you three bansh it out."
Rocco (pt): Right. *rocco nods. confused as to what
he's doing* so.. I'm in the alley, waiting for a signal *he gestures with his hands,
clearly digging this* and then I start herden people like a fucking collie? got it. *he
grins back to the blind woman*
Murphy Macguire: "Becoose, we've got ta block all
sides. Yer way, she could run out before yeh figgered oot how ta coot yerself free o' the
rope." He teases.
Murphy Macguire: "Right, Roc. And yeh've got ta
be Cherry's eyes, she's fookin' blind, yeh know? Point her in th' right direction."
Connor Macguire: He ashes his cigarette out the window.
"Murph just wants to jump off the roof this time cause I gotta do it last time."
He winks over at Murphy. "Fine we'll do yeh plan baby bro. This time."
Jarod Freeman: "Warning,
folks. The bitch CAN jump as far as I can. Which is pretty fuckin' high. So this is going
to have to be fast and deadly."
Murphy Macguire: He nods to Jarod. "Noted."
Connor Macguire: "We'll hit 'er fast 'n hard
then."
Rocco (pt): *he nods* yeah. yeah I can do that. ..
she can jump eh? *he ponders* with all that rope.. you guys got a fuckin net? net her
bitch ass like a stray dog?
Rocco (pt): then shoot the bitch while she's curled
up struggling on the ground, yeah? lay the boots to her?
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "Got it."
Murphy Macguire: "Will a net hold her, d'yeh
think?" he asks Jarod.
Cherry Matthews: ((Sorru I needed clrification on something *S*))
Jarod Freeman: He
considers. "She's strong...it might slow her a bit, but she'll probably break loose
pretty quick from it, assuming it works at all."
Connor Macguire: He nods a bit and takes another drag,
"Well, I kin hit hard too." He grumbles.
Murphy Macguire: He grunts. "Not worth the hassle
then. There's a risk the net might catch one o' us in 't."
Cherry Matthews: She is listening and thinking on this as well.
Rocco (pt): *a snort. runs his hand through his
hair* right. no net.
Murphy Macguire: "It's a good idea, tho,
Roc," he adds, nodding to him. "But I've a feelin' if we don't take her down
right quick we're in fer a long battle."
Jarod Freeman: "A
very long battle. And probably a fatal one. Don't forget, her ally can teleport, and if
Lion-botch invokes her, we could be fighting two. Or more, if she has other Ravener
friends."
Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "Yes, with as twisted as
she is, it would be."
Cherry Matthews: She purses her lips. "Her friend?"
Connor Macguire: "Well we kin not let that
happen."
Rocco (pt): *he reaches across jarod and opens the
glove box, rooting through it* watch your junk pretty boy.
Jarod Freeman: He gives
Rocco an eye as he reaches over. "Don't worry, I'm not looking for close
contact."
Murphy Macguire: "Well..." he considers.
"Maybe we can keep her friend busy at the same time?"
Jarod Freeman: "She's
got a friend, Cherry. A Fiend, who's also a serious problem."
Rocco (pt): *he finds what he was lookig for, a
joint. an eyebrow up to jarod as he continues rummaging, doobie in his mouth*
Murphy Macguire: He pulls his rosary out, kisses it,
and holds it in both hands, as if praying with it.
Murphy Macguire: 5,8,3,4,4,6,
Murphy Macguire: (awareness for those who have it)
Cherry Matthews: "Depends, this friend needs to be dealt with
as well I take it, so if she does come....she can be dealt with. there will be the four of
us, but if it takesd all of us to deal with cat lady that will be no good."
Connor Macguire: "Maybe we could take care of the
fiend first?"
Connor Macguire: 4,6,1,9,
Cherry Matthews: 8,4,9,4,4,5,1,
Jarod Freeman: 8,8,9,4,7,
Murphy Macguire -> Jarod Freeman: (he's trying to find where Zagzagel will be at the time Onsetsu
comes to ravage)
Rocco (pt): 7,2,2,
Rocco (pt): *he closes the glovebox after finding a
lighter and sparking up his joint. a rub as the back of his neck tingles and he takes a
drag. oh. praying*
Murphy Macguire: "In nomine Patris, et Filli, et
Spiritus Sancti." He tucks the rosary back away.
Connor Macguire: He glances over to Murphy, waiting.
Cherry Matthews: She raises an eyebrow hearing Murphy, and waits .
Murphy Macguire: (yeah, he's using a lore, not sure
how much to describe.)
Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: He gets a sense of where she'll be (and since it's a PC who's not
here, I don't know, but Murph knows where it is. *S*)
Murphy Macguire: "Alright. I know where she'll
be. Maybe we can sent Tom after her. And Eli and Baby? Have them keep her occupied?"
Rocco (pt): *offers the joint to jarod*
Jarod Freeman: ((Due to
close proximity, those with 1 succ: a Lore was just used. 2+ succ: it's coming from
Murphy))
Jarod Freeman
: ((Or, rather, a supernatural ability was just used.))Connor Macguire: He nods a bit to Murphy, "Good
plan."
Rocco (pt): yeah. no need to have some extra bitch
cluttering up the mix. *a glance to cherry as he offers the joint around the car in turn*
no offense.
Murphy Macguire: "That way, even if she answers
the call...she might be wounded or soomthin'." He nods to Connor. "That's about
it, then? Meanwhile, we'll work on th' Earthbound problem."
Cherry Matthews: "None taken I might be a bitch, but I know
what side I am on."
Murphy Macguire: "And this way, we'll know whose
side Eli's on."
Murphy Macguire: ((And I ~really~ have to go now.
Thanks for the RP guys.))
Jarod Freeman: ((Thanks,
guys, Murph!))
Cherry Matthews: She looks to Murphy. "That is being questioned
as well? Gonna have ta get rid of him as well?"
Cherry Matthews: ((Thanks Take it easy *S*))
Jarod Freeman: ((previous
post - guys, = correct post. It's a Rebus!))
Murphy Macguire: "There's a question of Miss Eats
Human Flesh corrupting Mr. Lavander Pants, yes."
Connor Macguire: (see you hun)
Connor Macguire: He nods to Murph and leans back.
"Mm... I think it's time for more beer."
Rocco (pt): Fuck yeah. *rocco starts up the car with
a horrible "i'm going to fall apart any moment" noise coming from the engine*
Murphy Macguire: ((And Murph will go off to grab food
and cigarettes. I gotta gotta go now.))
Cherry Matthews: "Well that's fuckin fun of her." she
crosses her arms. "
Connor Macguire: (*waves*)
Cherry Matthews: ((*Waves* Bye!))
Rocco (pt): ((bye!))
Connor Macguire: He watches Murph go and looks over the
others. "Jarod. Yeh get ta pick the pub so long as its got a dart board, guiness and
good burgers."
Jarod Freeman: He
shakes his head. "You guys, Eli's in the clear. He might be looking at the dark side,
but he's not heading down the path yet. Trust me, he'll help."
Cherry Matthews: she shrugs her shoulder at Jarod "okay
then" she grins "I could go for a beer. then if ya drop me back off here I can
get nice an comfy with the regulars."
Jarod Freeman: He looks
to Connor and grins a little. "There's a little place in Midtown that I do open mike
at on Wednesdays. It'll meet those criteria."
Connor Macguire: "Just tell Roc where ta go
eh?"
Connor Macguire: He leans back and looks over to
Cherry, "Yeh need anything picked up for you for up at the place?"
Jarod Freeman: He nods
and directs Rocco to the place. A quiet little casual bar, with a minimum of customers,
and a stage where the aforementioned open mike must occur. Dart boards and pool tables are
present...one of New York's nice little secrets.
Cherry Matthews: She smiles to Connor. "Naw better if it's jus
me, easier ta mingle that way."
Rocco (pt): *rocco looks to jarod, doobie hanging
out of his mouth,a nod* Aight. *they arrive amidst a bunch of complaining from the car,
and alot of swearing as rocco tries to find parking*
Cherry Matthews: "See this is why I walk." she says as
Rocco tries to find a place to park.
Connor Macguire: Shakes his head, "Naw naw I mean
you want me to pick anything up for you for the apartment. Shampoo that smells like
flowers? Girly pink soaps?"
Rocco (pt): she's blind.. what the hell she need
pink soaps for? *slams it into park, looking back at connor*
Connor Macguire: Connor's used to Rocco's driving so he
doesn't seem to mind at all.
Connor Macguire: "Ladies like pink soap. Specially
when it smells like flowers or fruit. Or so I hear."
Cherry Matthews: She laughs at Connor. "naw....nothin specail
like that, any cheepo shampoo works for me and any soap, as long as it cleans ya up."
she grins at Connor. "Thanks tho for the offer."
Jarod Freeman: He
grins, listening to the conversation as he moves along with them into the place. A nod and
a smile goes to the bartender. "All right, I'm taking orders. Guiness for
Connor...Cherry, Rocco?"
Connor Macguire: He nods to Jarod as he looks around,
"Tha's right."
Rocco (pt): none of that black shit. tastes like
pregnant porpoise piss. don't see how you and your brother drink that shit. budweiser.
Cherry Matthews: "Guiness for me as well." she nods to
Jarod. As she unfolds herself from the car and unfolds the cane.
Jarod Freeman: "Two
Guinness and a Bud. Got it." He moves over to the bartender, sharing a few words and
a smile before he makes the orders.
Connor Macguire: He just glares at Rocco. "And yeh
say my drink tastes like piss?"
Cherry Matthews: "So where we sittin boys?" she asks
Connor and Rocco.
Connor Macguire: He reaches over to put a hand just
above Cherry's right elbow. "Let me show yeh the way."
Rocco (pt): *he grins wide eyed and nods over
animatedly, then finds a seat* Hows here?
Rocco (pt): *aw fuck.. helping her.. why didn't he
think of that. enf. aw well. he starts looking around the place*
Cherry Matthews: She let's Connor show her to where ever they are
going to sit at and if Rocco is there she will sit on his lap.
Connor Macguire: He laughs a bit and shakes his head,
"Oi. Looks like she likes you Rocco."
Jarod Freeman: Pretty
empty tonight...it's more of a regular's place, and it attracts the regulars on it's theme
nights, like open mike. Jarod returns with the drinks, plus a Heineken's for himself. He
passes them around with a smile.
Cherry Matthews: She takes her drink with a grin to Connor.
"Naw he jus offered a comfy place ta sit first. " she looks at Rco.
"Didncha?"
Rocco (pt): *whoa.. there's a woman.. on is lap.
he's all smiles about it, wrapping an arm around her. he smells like pot and dust* HOw can
she not like me? I'm the funny man. *he grins like a cheshire cat to connor* Doesn't hurt
your blind.. *he laughs*
Connor Macguire: Shakes his head and flops down into a
seat, "Haha funny man." He takes the guiness with a nod to Jarod.
"Thanks."
Jarod Freeman: He sets
his drink down last. "Pardon me a moment, guys." He moves over to a side room,
off the stage, and comes back with a guitar.
Cherry Matthews: "So yer a funny man huh? Tell me a joke."
she says taking a drink opf the beer.
Connor Macguire: He twists a bit to see what Jarod's
doing up on stage.
Rocco (pt): *he nods, takin the beer and having a
swig, * you wanna joke? *hw raises up a little to look at jarod* wait a sec.. pretty boys
found himself a guitar, about to go all mm bop on us.
Jarod Freeman: He takes
a seat in front of his drink and strums it. "Sorry if this bugs anyone...helps me
focus."
Jarod Freeman: "No,
I'm not singing. Just a little idle playing." He looks to Cherry and Connor. "My
old job, so to speak."
Connor Macguire: He shrugs a bit. "I don' mind
less you plan on busting into Rap."
Rocco (pt): Rap *he snorts* Alright alright.. a joke
then. *he sets the beer down and rubs his hands together around cherry .. prepping*
Cherry Matthews: She wriggles a biut making herself comfortable in
Rocco's lap and leans into his chest as she drinks her beer waiting for him to tell his
joke.
Jarod Freeman: He
listens to Rocco, frowning a moment as he hears a sour note and has to start tuning the
guitar.
Rocco (pt): So.. this black guy walks into a bar...
right.. and he's got this big mother fucking parrot on his shoulder.. i mean big.. and he
orders a beer and sits down. well. the barkeep keeps staring at this fucking parrot, until
finally he gets up and asks "hey. where'd you get that?" *he waits, timing
appropriately before he squawks in his best horribly scratchy parrot imppresion*
"AFRICA!"
Rocco (pt): (*grooooans*))
Jarod Freeman: He
chuckles a little, shaking his head despite himself as he puts the finishing touches on
the tuning.
Rocco (pt): ((*covers head, cries, waits for
tomatos*))
Connor Macguire: He groans and takes a deep drink.
"This year for christmas I'm getting yeh a new joke book Rocco."
Cherry Matthews: She listens and snorts inelegantly with a laugh and
takes a sip of her beer.
Rocco (pt): *he laughs and leans back to take a swig
of his beer* Hey. I been cooped up here alone for however many fucking month.. and the cat
don't laugh.
Cherry Matthews: ((No tomatos...I am actually laughing over here.
*S*))
Cherry Matthews: "Means ya just need ta get yerself a new
pussy." she says this straight faces as she takes a sip of her beer.
Connor Macguire: He grins at Rocco and leans back,
"Poor cat."
Jarod Freeman: ((She
is, sad as it is.)) "I've heard worse, I'll say that..." It's meant to be
encouraging. He grins and sturms the guitar, eyes closing as the note rings true.
Rocco (pt): Maybe.. *he shifts under Cherry at the
pussy comment, giving her a look, then a look to connor* But I've got shit luck with them.
Rocco (pt): *another swig of beer*
Cherry Matthews: "Guessin ya haven't had the right one fall
inta yer lapo yet then." she directs her next comment to Jarod. "You going ta
just keep tunning up that thingor are we gonna hear ya play somethin?"
Connor Macguire: He just gives Cherry a head shake,
"Don encourage him." He says good naturedly.
Jarod Freeman: He opens
his eyes and grins in Cherry's direction. "Well, I didn't want to interrupt this
fascinating conversation with a few hackneyed chords..."
Cherry Matthews: she set's the beer on the table andputs her elbows
on the table leaning forward. "a little engouragement never hurt no one." she
puts her head in her hands.
Rocco (pt): *his hand makes its way to the blind
woman's thigh as he scratches his hair back out of his face with the fingers not holding
his beer, do do do.. nothing happening here.. not groping you.. don't mind me.. *
Connor Macguire: He looks around the table and then out
over the bar. Unlike the rest of the male population of new york city he doesn't check out
any of the female patrons or the male ones or anyone for that matter. Just watches the
world slip buy. "How long you been in town Cherry? Jarod?"
Jarod Freeman: He looks
over at Cherry. "You okay, Cherry?"
Jarod Freeman: "About
eight months...since October."
Rocco (pt): *a frown at the woman in his lap, uh
oh.. *
Cherry Matthews: Cherry doesn't seem to mind anything and doesn't
look like anything is up.
Rocco (pt): Tired? *he gruffs, taking a sip of his
beer*
Cherry Matthews: "Me been here about a couppla weeks." she
nods her head and leans back picking up the beer once again. "Nuthin wrong just was
waitin ta hear some music." she smiles leaning into Rocco.
Connor Macguire: He looks back over Cherry but doesn't
comment on the head holding. "Looks like you should play us something Jared."
Cherry Matthews: ((Ment chin in hands back up there not head in
hands Oops. *S*))
Rocco (pt): *rocco gives an attempt at cheering her
up, raising his chin and murmering into her ear*
Jarod Freeman: He nods
a little, smiling. "All right." He smiles and starts playing something, a little
soft, sounding vaguely like a cross between the Who and Led Zeppelin. ((Cha+Perf, -2 diff
for Ability Aptitude))
Jarod Freeman: 5,9,5,4,6,5,2,
Jarod Freeman: And it's
DAMN good, too. He doesn't sing, so as not to be too disruptive to those around, but he
does very quickly lose himself, becoming one with the guitar, as he plays.
Cherry Matthews: She listens to Rocco wispering in her ear and
Jarod's playing. she shakes her head slightly with a grin.
Rocco (pt): *he takes his lips away from cherry's
ear, beard scratchy as he looks to jarod playing, his own fingers wiggling a little
against the woman's thigh. he had one less finger than required for such things*
Rocco (pt): Kick his sister in the jaw.
Connor Macguire: (lols)
Connor Macguire: He leans back and taps his fingers
against the table as he listens to Jac playing.
Cherry Matthews: She snorts and chuckles at bit. she takes and reach
out for her beer and eventually grabs it and takes a sip of it.
Rocco (pt): *rocco leans back, he made the lady
laugh. his hand was steadily crawling up her thigh, there was a beer in his hand and jarod
was playing some kick ass guitar. all was well*
Jarod Freeman: He
finally finishes the song, opening his eyes once more and looking around.
Connor Macguire: He smiles a bit. "Yeh good."
Cherry Matthews: She grins, weather that is from what Rocco is doing
or the song it is anyones guess, maybe both. she wriggles in Rocco's lap just a bit more
getting comfortable. She toasts Jarod when he finishes. "Nice."
Jarod Freeman: "Thanks."
He smiles a little, and puts the guitar down. "Kind of my way of staying sane,
sometimes."
Rocco (pt): **a shift in his chair as he nods and
takes another glug of beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and trying not to
clock cherry with the bottle* Your real name cherry? *he looks to jarod... oh... yeah*
yeah man. that was fucking cream. why you not doing that anymore?
Connor Macguire: He eyes Cherry and Rocco a moment
longer and grins a bit to himself before he pushes back his chair and gets up. "I
think I'm gonna walk back 'ome I think. Rocco you kin drop Cherry off?"
Jarod Freeman: A shrug.
"Jarod was...is an actor. That's my main focus right now. Working on the slow
transition over."
Cherry Matthews: "Yep my mom thought she had a since of
humor." she syas taking a sip of the beer not even realizing the possible threat of
getting hit.
Connor Macguire: (i gotta pass out guys. Thanks for the
scenage!)
Jarod Freeman: ((See
ya, SG! *Hugs*))
Cherry Matthews: ((NP*S* thanks))
Rocco (pt): *he nods, hand continuing its upwards
journey, half listening to jarod as he nods* Yeah, that makes sense. shit. you could do
both.. *he cocks his head to connor* What? Oh yeah. no problem. *a wave of the beer
bottle* ((bye Sg! *laughs*))
Connor Macguire: He gives Rocco a stern look,
"Member you already got penance ta do Roc," He reminds before he nods to the
others. "See ya soon Cherry. Jarod." And with that he strolls on out.
Cherry Matthews: well it's a good thing maybe that Cherry onlu owns
skirts. "So that is why ya are doing the open mike nights here then ta work yer way
in huh?" she doesn't seem to worried about Rocco's wandering hand nope not one bit,
she evewn shift her legs just a bit to give him better access if he so desired.
Connor Macguire: (nini)
Jarod Freeman: He nods.
"Yeah, like a Russel Crowe thing. Only, with luck, actually being successful in
both." He grins.
Jarod Freeman: "See
you, Connor."
Cherry Matthews: "Kats Connor." she grins to him.
Cherry Matthews: (Lates not kats.....And goodnight SG*S*))
Rocco (pt): *a roll of his eyes as connor mentions
penance, he had salvation on his freakin lap man... a grin to jarod* hey. they serve food?
Cherry Matthews: "Who?" she asks Jarod.
Jarod Freeman: "Russell
Crowe. He's an actor with a crappy band." He smiles to Cherry, then nods to Rocco.
"Yeah, they do. What do you want? I'll go order it for you."
Rocco (pt): *he takes a swig of beer and with a
satisfied noise and a further progression of his gimped hand, explains* an actor. man..
you're a pop culture sink hole. we need to get your ass some movies on tape or some shit.
*he smiles toothily to jarod a drop of beer in his beard* just a burger or.. hey? they got
ribs in this place?
Cherry Matthews: "an actor....like in those movies you guys
were talking about?" she thinks"A burger? or a snadwish if they have it. I
should eat."
Cherry Matthews: She shrugs her shoulders. "Never need to watch
anything, I listen reall well." she grins.
Jarod Freeman: He nods.
"Ribs and a burger. On it." He gets up and moves back to the bar.
Cherry Matthews: "Thanks Jarod."
Rocco (pt): *rocco nods and shifts under the woman
on his lap. the funny mans quiet a moment before he bursts into speech again* So its
cherry huh? *a snort* you don't come off as a cherry, thats for damn sure.
Rocco (pt): *doh! that could have been offensive.
his hand tightens on her as he cringes*
Cherry Matthews: "So Rocco is there anything I can help you out
with, heard something about pennance." she wriggles so that she is sitting sideways
on his lap, easier to 'look' at him.
Cherry Matthews: "Oh no.. I guess I don't act like a
Cherry." she leans into wisper in his ear.
Rocco (pt): *the hairy italian's eyes get wide, hand
slipping off her thigh. a slow grin spreads across his face*
Jarod Freeman: He chats
with the bartender for a while as the food is made, giving the two their space.
Cherry Matthews: She leans back and tilts her head to the side.
Being blind sucked.
Rocco (pt): I see. funny mommy. *he leans back with
her, setting the beer down and giving her rump a squeeze, yeah he might get slapped. but
somehow he was betting not* What do you do, aside from hang around graveyards and chat up
the dead?
Cherry Matthews: "that was her only momentof hilarity that I
know of." nope not going to get slapped she has had worse. with a grin. "I am a
street-walker, a whore, a prostitute." a shrug. "Whichever name ya wanna put on
it."
Rocco (pt): *he clues in. oh.. a shift again as the
undeniable result of her being seated on his lap makes sitting uncomfortable* ahh you're
for rent? well.. that explains a few things.. *he sighs*
Jarod Freeman: A laugh
comes from the bar, shared between Jarod and the 'tender. He glances over a moment to the
table, smiling a sec, then looks back to the other man.
Cherry Matthews: She shrugs. "Ya dun like prostitutes then oh
well, no skin off my back sugar. I can move if that would make you more comfortable."
Rocco (pt): *he leans up to murmer in her ear, hair
of his beard tickling along her jaw as he does so, holding her tight against his lap*
Cherry Matthews: She listens to Rocco.
Rocco (pt): *a wink .. to the blind.. woman. before
he looks around. where the hell was pretty boy?*
Cherry Matthews: She grins and nods. "Sounds like you hit that
one right on the nose." she takes a deep breath," hey what happened to the
food?"
Jarod Freeman: Finally,
the food is coming. He's actually requisitioned a server's tray, and has the food, plus
new drinks on it. He sets it on the table, passing stuff out. "Here you all
go...tipping is optional." He grins a bit.
Rocco (pt): *he snickers* guitarist, actor, serving
bitch. you're a triple threat.
Cherry Matthews: "I think for purposes of eating sitting
elsewhere is a good idea." she slides off Rocco's lap and moves to another chair and
sides in it. making herself familiar with where her drink is and where her burger is
"Thanks Jarod" she winks in his general direction. She picks up the birger and
takes a bite of it.
Jarod Freeman: "Quadruple."
He chuckles. "You should see me on the dance floor."
Rocco (pt): waa wa wa waaa wa wa wa waaaa *starts in
on a stripper song before chowing down on his ribs. good thing cherry can't see*
Cherry Matthews: Around a bite of food she swallows and licks her
lips. "Yeah but canya do all of em at once, now that would be a threat,make ya rich
too."
Cherry Matthews: It's npt l;ike she is the prettiest eater as it is
anyway.
Rocco (pt): *his hair.. is going to touch.. the
ribs.. . chew chew chew. swig of beer. chew chew chew*
Jarod Freeman
: He takes a seat and takes a good long drink off his beer.Jarod Freeman
: He smiles. "Yeah, it's good food here."Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "Yep, how are the ribs they
smell good as well." she moves her head to look at Rocco.
Rocco (pt): *rocco's pretty greasy. AND the food is
too. he's wiping his hands on his pants, picking at his teeth a little* Decent. not like
the pub, but pretty good.
Rocco (pt): *he looks to cherry* you taking your
seat on the throne de rocco?
Jarod Freeman: He grins
a little and shakes his head, taking a drink of his beer.
Cherry Matthews: Rocco: "The pub by the place?" she takes
another drink of the beer.
Cherry Matthews: She grins. "Sure." she scoots off her
chair and makes her way back over to Rocco and sits back down on his lap. beer in hand.
Rocco (pt): *a grin as he "helps" her get
situated on his lap* Yeah. its a good little pub you and the boys got near your place.
shit ugly waitresses, but friendly.
Jarod Freeman: He
shrugs a bit, smiling. "To each their own, Rocco. Me, I like the atmosphere
here."
Cherry Matthews: A nod"I heard the place as I went for my walk
to the church and graveyard. Maybe should stop in there one of these days."
Rocco (pt): ahhh this place isn't too fucking bad.
I'm gunna have to resist throwing beer bottles if some asshole yuppie gets up there and
starts spewing poetry tho. *he rubs cherry's back, working his rocco magic*
Jarod Freeman: A
chuckle. "No poetry. The stage is empty outside of open mike night tomorrow and
karaoke on Fridays and Saturdays. I try to make all of them, if I can."
Rocco (pt): Kareoke, oh fuck *he starts laughing*
Cherry Matthews: Cherry is think enough that Rocco can feel some of
her vertabre through her shirt, yep she is a thin one alright. "Is that they type of
atmosphear it is here? Fuck I stick out like a sore thumb, oh well " she grins and
leans into the back run, hey a rub on her back wasn't that bad.
Jarod Freeman: He
grins. "Yep. Which is why I try to control the mic as much as possible. Keep the
drunk assholes who think they're Kenny G or R. Kelly off the stage."
Cherry Matthews: "Who?" cherry asks at the neames. She is
so out of the loop.
Jarod Freeman: "No
one important, Cherry. Trust me. And don't worry about sticking out here. I'm not."
He smiles a little.
Rocco (pt): fuck your thin. the boys have been
feeding you nothing but fucking potatos? *he snorts and finishes his beer, rubbing around
the woman's hips* You wanting a ride home?
Cherry Matthews: "Naw I am not worried about sticking out,
never have been." she takes a drink of the beer. "I only met the boys yesterday,
I eat when I get a hankerin for eatin is all." she grins and sets the beer on the
table. "Sure since your offering dunno if I could figure out where to go from here
anyway."
Jarod Freeman: He
watches them casually, finishing off his first beer finally and opening up the second.
Rocco (pt): *he grins and makes to stand up* I'm
movin. you're on my wallet.
Jarod Freeman: He waves
it off. "I got it, Rocco. Don't worry about it."
Cherry Matthews: She slids off his lap and stands beside the chair
grabbing her cane from the table and unfolding it. "Jarod it was nice ta meetcha,
again." she grins. "Dun be a stranger now." she winks.
Rocco (pt): *he rises to his feet and cock an eye*
you sure buddy? I can get it...
Jarod Freeman: He nods.
"It's cool. I pay, it's cheaper, anyway." A grin. "I'll see you guys
around."
Cherry Matthews: "I am sure we can pay himbacksome other
way." she winks. "Thanks for the grub as well."
Jarod Freeman: "No
problem, Cherry." He grins her way.
Rocco (pt): THanks. See you when we got beat up a
hobo. *he starts walking out, then remembers and grabs the womans elbow, animated*
Cherry Matthews: she laughs as her elbow is grabbed realizing she
was gonna be left behind again. She keeps pacew with Rocco. "Lates Jarod."
Jarod Freeman: "See
you guys." He stays there, working on his second beer as he watches them leave.
Rocco (pt): *and out they go*
Jarod Freeman
: Once he's done with his second beer, he gets up, moving to the bartender and paying with a little conversation in the meantime. He goes and moves the guitar back to the side room, then heads out. He needs to get home.