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,

Murphy Macguire: 6,10,4,4,3,

Murphy Macguire: 4,

Jarod Freeman: He looks up as Rocco steps in the door, eyes passing over the man appraisingly.

Murphy Macguire: ((sorry miscountedt the pool. *G*)) "Hey! Rocco!" he gets up and heads over to him, giving him a big hug. "Good ta see yeh!"

Rocco: *a gruff sort of noise as he hugs the irishman back, patting his back and grinning around the bar* Yeah, where's the other mick? *pat pat, he lets go and looks to Jarod, taking him in*

Jarod Freeman: He relaxes, as it seems to be Murphy's friend. A smile goes to the man.

Murphy Macguire: He motions to the corner, where Connor is playing darts with some old guys. "He's busy throwin' his prick around," he laughs, and brings Rocco over to the table. "This is Jarod. He's a potential...ally."

Jarod Freeman: He stands up with some difficulty, extanding his hand to Rocco. "Hey...nice to meet you."

Rocco: *a hand waves to Connor across the bar, then smoothes this hair on both sides and gives Jarod a raised eyebrow* An ally eh? Well fuck, good to meet you. *he juts out a hand and shakes* I'm Rocco.

Murphy Macguire: "Jarod got hurt fightin' against some evil women."

Jarod Freeman: "Jarod." He smiles to him, then sits back down. "Yeah, but you shoulda seen the other guy...or girl, in this case."

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."

Jarod Freeman: ((in to them. Not "into them."))

Rocco: (*snorts*))

Murphy Macguire: ((LOL yeah...he is a Defiler, you know how they're always trying to get into women...))

Rocco: *waves him hand* yeah.. gimme a beer? *he shakes his head, leaning back and adjusting himself. * fuck. shitty deal. you blew up your ride?

Jarod Freeman: A chuckle. "No, I blew up someone else's ride. And most of the primary target's house front."

Murphy Macguire: "One beer," he nods and heads back to the bar to pick up a beer for Rocco.

Rocco: *maybe rocco's easily impressed, but there's a grin on his face like you just gave him an early christmas present,a line of coke,and a blowjob* amn. what these bitches do to you you figure you've gotta blow up their house?! Jesus. You're like the patron saint of demolition. .. with a car??

Murphy Macguire: He comes back, and sets Roc's beer down. Then picks up his own to drain it.

Rocco: *a grin to murphy as he takes his beer, guzzling some of it*

Jarod Freeman: "Well, I don't know if this is necessarily the right place to discuss full details...let's just say that these two are very, very naughty. Not very big fans of those around them. And they've got some things in the works I don't much like, or think would be healthy for the city." He takes a drink off his beer.

Murphy Macguire: He nods. "That's what we need yer car for, Roc. Ta have a private conversation."

Rocco (pt): *he nods around his beer, drinking it an looking to connor* He coming too or stayin here and practicing with the geriatrics?

Murphy Macguire: "He's been a bad boy. Already pissed one contact off. He's stayin' oot o' things until I get the information straight."

Jarod Freeman: He listens quietly, watching the two interact as he drinks his beer.

Rocco (pt): Pissy fucker *he smirks without malice and nods, another swig of beer, a little dribbles into his beard before he wipes it away* Right. so you guys wanna fuck off?

Murphy Macguire: He motions to Jarod to finish up, and tilts his head to the door. "Shall we?"

Jarod Freeman: He nods and gets to his feet. "Sounds good to me."

Murphy Macguire: He heads to the door, holding it open for Jarod. "You coomin' Roc? Or d'yeh want ta stay here and grab a burger or soomthin'?"

Jarod Freeman: He moves out the door, looking back to Rocco.

Rocco (pt): *thinks a minute* Naw, you guys go. I'm gunna stay hear and make sure connor doesn't end up talking someone on a trip down memory fucking lane. *he looks towards an old woman watching the dart game, and connor in particular* here! *he tosses the keys over, nearly knocking his half finished beer over in the process* come back an get me later, my fucking house keys are on there.

Murphy Macguire: He catches the keys and nods to him, grinning broadly. "Thanks, Roc. Keep my baby brother oot o' trouble fer me."

Jarod Freeman: He smiles to Rocco. "Nice meeting you."

Murphy Macguire: He leads Jarod to Roc's car and unlocks it, holding the door open for him.

Rocco (pt): Its what i do. Yeah, nice seein ya! watch them women! *he laughs and waves, soliciting the attention of a bar girl, beginning on what will be a night long attempt to get in her panties*

Jarod Freeman: He moves into the car, pulling the door shut and sitting back, getting comfortable in the seat.

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))

Murphy Macguire: He nods to that. "Alright. And he's got a California and New York driver's license. But you all evicted him and he's lookin' fer a new house is it?"

Connor Macguire: He shakes his head and turns his attention on Ashley with one of those 'I'm a bad boy that you should most certinly not get involved with but that only makes me hotter' looks, "Le' me apologize on be'half a my friend. Really he don mean any harm Ashley." He digs out an extra buck for her tips and winks, "For putting 'up with em eh?"

Jarod Freeman: "he'd have to have found one by now." He nods. "He's more then likely the guy who's heading up the followers. That's what it seemed like to me, at least."

Murphy Macguire: "And Titus and Mr. Linky have been around a while, I take 't. They've gotten a following."

Murphy Macguire: "And what home is Mr, Linky in, d'yeh know?"

Rocco (pt): She's knows i Don't mean her any harm..*he takes a swig of beer and gives a ash a grin* just jokes eh bueatiful? *ashely rolls her eyes but smiles, taking the money from Connor with a soft thank you, a glance over her shoulder to him as she sashays off*

Rocco (pt): You fucker! don't you do it! *rocco's eyes get wide as he shoves a fry into his mouth and looks to connor*

Jarod Freeman: "A fair while, I'd imagine." He nods. "It's also possible he imported them. A few months ago, at least some of us had fairly horrific dreams. I think it was the arrival of Cernnunos, though I'm not sure."

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,

Jarod Freeman: 6,10,6,5,5,

Rocco (pt): *he cringes, lolling his head back and forth, hair threatening to dip into the mess of food on his plate as he leans over* Fuck me conner why you have to bring that shit up?

Connor Macguire: He laughs and plucks the darts out of the board again. "Just don' ever wanna have ta try and clean up a fook'in mess like that again."

Murphy Macguire: "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti," he whispers, and kisses the cross on the rosary, putting it away.

Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: Onsetsu's next homeless "feeding" is within the next couple days...Murphy sees him in Queens, reaping Faith from the homeless in an alleyway before ravaging them.

Rocco (pt): Aww fuck, we didn't have to clean that up. Ravie and her bitch friend did that.. *he laughs, scratching at his hair, sweeping it back from imminent ketchup dippings, smiling sheepishly* I do feel a little bad though..

Jarod Freeman: He watches Murphy, eyebrow raised at the man's methods to perform his Lores. Interesting...

Jarod Freeman -> Murphy Macguire: ((I can't say for positive WHEN Zagzagel and Onsetsu meet, but Murphy gets a feeling and sense of when that happens. After the feeding.))

Connor Macguire: "Oh come on now it was fook'n funny!"

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.))

Cherry Matthews: She nods her head. "As long as they can keep her away from here, and possible take care of her if she tries to, that's cool by me."

Murphy Macguire: "They won't listen ta oos--well, Tom might, but Eli won't. Can you tell them, Jarod?"

Jarod Freeman: He waves off the joint. "No thanks, Rocco." He looks to Murphy. "Definite possibility. We can give it a shot. Kill two Raveners with one stone."

Jarod Freeman: "I'll talk to them, yeah."

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.

Cherry Matthews: ((Can someone please re-teach me how to type. *crys*))

Rocco (pt): (*loves on* is ok. i translated it all without thinkin!)

Cherry Matthews: The burger is somewhat quickly eaten unfortunatly the ketchup and mustard stains on her shirt reamins. she takes a drink of the beer leaning back. "Now that way good food, my compliments to the chef."

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.

Cherry Matthews: *And out they go.*