D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *its an ok place. a
little stage, a dancefloor, beer that runs all night and screens up everywhere
for Kareokee. The Kareoke dj looks bored. its sort of "entertain yourself"
atmosphere. dance. drink, sing, play.. just don't break shit. its saturday so
there's a small crowd in.. a portly woman currently on stage blareing out
Bluuuuuuuuueuuuueuuuuuu ..oh so.. lonesome.. for you. she's thankfully not doing
a too horrendous job at it*
Jarod Freeman: He's sitting in the club,
watching the perfomer on-stage with a little smirk on his face. Amateurs...he's
still enjoying it, as much as the person is butchering the song currently
playing. He sips at his beer, waiting for his turn on the mike.
Walking into view is a young man, blessed by God with natural great looks. He
has a very "pretty-boy" face, vaguely reminiscent 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 trench coat, and blue jeans. His hair, a shoulder-length
platinum blonde, hangs free and unfettered. He walks the confidence of a man who
knows who he is and what he wants, and he gives a quick eye to the nearby women
as he walks through.
Jarod Freeman: ((GAAH! Delete the "quick
eye to the nearby women"...thought I'd deleted that, finally!))
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *there's a smaller man
sitting alone at a table near the stage. something a little.. off about him..
but it might just be that he looks like a model out of a magazine.. except half
the recomended size.. a startling 5'5 in his dapper pinstriped green suit, black
tie, green shirt, attractively feathered blond hair.. his eyes flick to and from
the piano pushed into the corner.. *
Keiko Moroboshi: *it's her night off, the doctor heads to
a karaoke bar, maybe drink a bit, make an ass of herself, not like anyone she
knows will be there...hopefully*
Keiko Moroboshi: DD>Keiko stands an even five feet tall,
and looks to weigh at most one hundred pounds. She’s a small, Japanese woman,
and rather looks the part. She has short cut brown hair, and dark eyes, and is
fairly flat chested as well. She’s nothing terribly special to look at , though
she’s also not ugly...just average. She walks around wearing a skirt that goes
down just below her knees, and a matching shirt, though what colors they are
varies from day to day. She also wears a locket on a necklace, it is shaped like
a heart, and always kept closed, often tucked into her shirt.
Shania Kelton: Slender, with a dancer's figure and
grace, and a shock of platinum blonde ringlets that whirl easily. Cheap, simple
clothes and a rucksack over her shoulders. -Very- dark eyed, and her skin a dark
cream, but pitted and worn with poor care. Her heritage isn't certain, almost
certainly at least a few bloodlines in her.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He steps
through the door, a sneer on his lips, like he actually wanted to be here, but
what the hell, he was just in a a little fall out nearby and needed a place to
lay low, so he finds here.
Standing about 5,11 and all punk. He has bleached platinum blonde spiky hair,
one pieced eyebrow, dog tags hanging around his neck and a black T-shirt covered
in safety pins. Dark ripped jeans lead down from that to tight army style boots,
all manner of heavy jewellery covers him, chains on wrists, a couple hanging
from his waist. He looks tough, and he walks tough, it is in his movements, and
though not a big man, he is well portioned and looks a little bit of a hardcore
.Clean-shaven and very good looking, people notice him when he is around like
there is an electricity in the air when he hits a room. There is danger in those
brown eyes, a sense of abandonment and fun.
Shania Kelton: Her rucksack over shoulder,
moving out of the Ladies, and still a couple of streaks of black spray where she
hasn't quite cleaned it off, brushed under ears and in recesses. Rucksack over
shoulder, and digging through a pocket of her jeans. Bar.
Jarod Freeman:
d10: Per+Alertness: 1,7,8,2,10,
Teri Jensen: *She strides in as if she owns
the place, eyes sweeping the room* (yell if you need a DD)
Jarod Freeman: He glances up around the
bar, noting a couple of the new entrances...Keiko gets a momentary look, as does
Bruce and Shania. He looks back to the stage where the performer is just
finishing up, giving a supportive applause. Not enthusiastic, by any means...she
may have been not horrible by most standards, but his was not 'most standards.'
He sighs a little and shakes his head, lighting a clove.
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): M-m-M-artini? dirty? *he
inquires as the serving girl swings by, getting a smile for his troubles, dapper
little gent. the woman finally gets of the stage, amidst scattered clapping and
a WOOO! from her work friends, the little man looks around with water green
eyes*
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf):
d10: per alert : 2,6,6,6,7,9,3,7,
Keiko Moroboshi: *she slips through the people there and
finds herself a place to sit, and when a waitress appears, she orders a mixed
drink, fairly low alcohol content*
Shania Kelton: (Yep, I need one) She gets
herself a pepsi, and sits down off to one side, at a table with no one there -
yet - dumping some change on it and flicking it into piles, hunched over.
Sorting things out
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *everything. he sees
everything, from whether someone's breath puffs as they come in from the cold,
to the pantyline fold on the last singers plump buttocks. the little man tucks a
strand of hair behind his ear and taps his fingers along the table he sits
singly at, an old blues song tapped out*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Full of
fucking pussys!" He looks about in front of him and marches over to an empty
table, sitting down with a chuck of metal, boots put onto the table and the
serving girl quickly called over for his order.
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): (me too teri)
Keiko Moroboshi: *Her eyes drift over to Bruce, making an
ass of himself by yelling and acting in that crude manner*
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *the little man jumps and
looks over to Bruce. then back to the stage. how very.. rude, green eyes find
Keiko doing much about the same, and he offers a shy smile, as if apologizing
for the mans rudeness*
Jarod Freeman: A glance to Bruce, and he
shakes his head as the woman gets off the stage...it's his turn. He heads up,
bringing his guitar with him. This is going to be no simple karaoke performance.
Teri Jensen: *Stunning. It's an excellent
word to describe her. Somewhere in her early twenties, she's everything that
women hate and men take stupid risks for. 5'7", all siren, with a face that
would make an angel cry. A riot of copper curls fall halfway down her back, her
skin predictably pale to match, making her mossy green eyes even more intense.
She's trouble, this one, wrapped in low slung leather pants and a red suede
tanktop that leaves her tummy bare and zips up the front.*
Shania Kelton: She looks up at Bruce's
yelling, then eyes Teri for a few moments ... dipping her rough-skinned face
again quickly, and returning to sorting out the money. Coppers, silver, notes,
into seperate bags, and back into her backpack when they're filled. And a sip of
pepsi
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *his eyes go back to the
stage. thats what he was here for afterall..*
Keiko Moroboshi: *Keiko returns the small man's little
smile, and watches Jarod get up onto the stage with a guitar.*
Teri Jensen: *How nice for him to announce
his presence. She looks vaguely amused, following the sound of the yell*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He sneers at
all that look at him, like him most don't, loath him by all means. He snorts as
Jarod gets on stage, what a fucking dive! Eyes flip to the door just to make
sure the trouble hasn't followed as his eyes widen, nope he just got a whole new
bag of trouble as he Teri.
Teri Jensen: *She strolls over, inviting
herself into his lap as if it's her rightful place, giving him a slow, dangerous
smile* You're back.
Jarod Freeman: He pulls the mic up to a
better position for him, smiling a bit to the crowd. A single strum over the
guitar strengs, and a slight tune, before he steps up to the microphone. "Hey,
folks. Sorry to interrupt your karaoke...I prefer my own music. Hope you agree."
A little wink, and he launches into a slightly harder then the original
rendition of Tom Petty & The Heartbreaker's Learning to Fly.
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *he leans forward slightly,
listening*
Jarod Freeman:
d10: Cha+Perf-Ab. Apt.,WP: 8,8,2,6,8,4,6,
Shania Kelton: Fingers pause in their
flicking as she looks at Jarod, blinking slowly. The shockingly white ringlets
curling around her face, and hiding it, as she rests her chin in her hands and
blinks up at him, watching
Keiko Moroboshi: *she listens to Jarod perform, and thanks
the waitress when her drink arrives*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He thinks on
that...who was he talking to which one "So it would seem Teri." He puts his arm
around her, keep freinds close, enemies closer and she could be either yet.
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *he doesn't know when the
martini arrives, staring in rapt attention at Jarod*
Jarod Freeman: ((7 successes with Ability
Apt and WP)) Once he starts, it's pretty well perfection. Jarod's a consumate
performer...a natural on the stage. He looks out at the crowd at just the right
moments, seeming to reach each one individually at times. There's a definite
edge to the song that isn't normally there...almost a bitter sort of irony to
the statements, but the optimism of the song somehow remains. Even a skeptic
would be impressed. ((Lyrics, for those unaware: http://tompetty.lyrics-online.net/LearningToFly.html))
Teri Jensen: *Settled in, she takes a better
look around, studying each patron a moment or two before moving on*
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *his mouth open a little
wide. there's a squirming in his pants pocket*
Shania Kelton: Hunched over, she keeps the
ringlets shielding her face, with it's poor skin and too-dark-eyes and the
slashes of spray makeup left on it from the main view. Grinning up at the stage,
and when finished, she lifts her chin from her hands, applauding and whistling
through her teeth
Keiko Moroboshi: *she applauds when Jarod finishes, quite
impressed*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks over
to Jarod, it may not be his style but you can't knock a performance like that,
not that he shows it or would ever admit it. His gaze then turns to the Teri,
why the fuck did he have to met her again, he nearly had her out his system
again.
Teri Jensen: *She's watching Jarod closely,
a slight smile formed*
Jarod Freeman: When the song ends, he
smiles and gives a small, gracious bow, before stepping off the stage, setting
the guitar down next to his table before he seats himself.
Shania Kelton: She grins and nods to Jarod,
and lifts her glass in small salute, finally leaning back and drinking the pepsi
again. She's a little flushed, from a long day of exertion, in cheap, worn jeans
and sweater. Fingering a hole in the seam of the latter a moment, then shrugging
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *clapping, enthusiastic
from the small man alone at his table*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: It almost
crosses his mind to get up there and open these peoples minds to the vocals of
punk, but the fuckers could never appreciate it, not that many could.
Jarod Freeman -> Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
((*Snickers* That's what his next song choice IS,
actually. ;) ))
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *he finally notices the
squirming happening in his pants* n-n-n-o.. shh. shh. yy-y-oul get us..
kikiikikicked out.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason -> Jarod Freeman:
((LOL!))
Jarod Freeman: He glances over at the guy
qith the squiming pants, an eyebrow raising as he seems to talk to his crotch.
Keiko Moroboshi: *looks over at the small guy who's
talking to himself...something must be wrong with him*
Teri Jensen: *Eyes falling on the squirming,
mumbling one, leaning into Bruce as she studies him*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He nods to the
Serving girl as she drops off his beer. A cold gaze passes over the crowds, once
he is certain non of them want a fight or interest him he settles down quite
well one eye on the dirty hand shuffler in the corner, some folk, sick as fuck.
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): nonon-n--noo She-r-er..*he
dissolves into laughter as the squirming in his pants works its way up into the
man's suit coat somehow*
Teri Jensen: *Her head bends, lips close to
Bruce's ear as she speaks*
Jarod Freeman: He laughs a little as he
realizes what's going on, and shakes his head, sipping at his beer. He glances
back around the club, eyes passing over all the patrons.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
Teri a slow shaking of his head, no he didn't.
Shania Kelton: She barely glances at the guy
muttering to himself, and rubs her neck under her curls. Looking at the
microphone, and thinking, then slumping back and sipping her drink, and rubbing
the marks on her cheeks
Keiko Moroboshi: *nothing seems to be going on, so she
goes back to her drink, and watching the performances*
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *more soft laughter as a
squirmy white rat pops out of nowhere and the man stutters* w-w-w-well now
you've d-d-d-one it.. *and rises to his full 5'5 heightm rat in hand.. an
apologetic look to the waitress*
Teri Jensen: *Head resting against his for a
moment before she stands, walking over and settling down across from the
muttering freak. He gets an absolutely flawless smile as she leans toward him a
bit* Hi. I'm Teri.
Shania Kelton: Yes, she twists to watch Teri
as well, and those long red curls, touching her own self consciously. A small
shift of position, a squirm, then just smiling and looking down. Mind quite
elsewhere
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *his rat makes a hiss
and the handsome little fellow frowns down at it. * oh s-s-s-shhhush. *he looks
back up to terry and extends a hand with looooong fingers into a timid shake*
Hi-Hh-h-h-ello.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He raises the
beer to his lips then puts it down, eyes on Teri and the stutter. What the fuck
was she doing...hell maybe her type?
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *watery green eyes slip to
Bruce.. widen. then back to Teri*
Teri Jensen: *Her eyes flicker to his
hand, then back to him, taking it. Her nails gently rake his wrist, watching
him* Nice to meet you. I haven't seen you here before.
Jarod Freeman: His beer finished, he
rises, leaving his guitar by the table as he moves to the bar to order another
beer. A glance goes to Keiko as he comes up next to her, nodding briefly.
"Evening," he says in a conversational tone.
Keiko Moroboshi: "Good evening." *she responds to Jarod
politely*
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): *he's got the rat in the
other hand. and is getting a steady glare of death from the waitress, his long
fingers shake Teri's lightly as he stutters* I-I-I-I I am.. um.. not usually
before.. i mean hear. I mean.. I've nn-n-n-nerver been to uh t-t-tto THIS
K-k-k-k-aek-k-aereek-k-.. this bar.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He sighs
looking around, what a fucking bore, the trouble must have been picked up by now
right....must have.
D.C.H/V.S.D(obf): (Ack..phone.. I'll be
away for a bit.. here..) *the rat is startled by something,squeaking and bailing
out of the little mans hands and running for the door, the mans eyes get wide
and he pushes past teri for the door* um- i'mm.. my rat.... innaa m-m-m-inute..
*as if that expains it.. and he's out the door*
Jarod Freeman: A polite smile to Keiko as
he waits for his drink. "I'm Jarod." A hand comes out, extended to the woman.
Teri Jensen: You sure? You look sooo
familiar. *Leaning a bit closer, completely ignoring the waitress and her death
glare*
Keiko Moroboshi: *she shakes his hand* "Keiko."
Shania Kelton: She actually -laughs- as the
geek runs out, chasing his rat, then just grins to herself, blowing a bubble
through the straw in her pepsi and settling back down. Where - ah. Digging in
her rucksack for the newspaper, and opening it. Some smears of black makeup on
it
Teri Jensen: ((aak. dlp then))
Jarod Freeman: "Keiko." That name seems
familiar to her. "You a friend of Thomas Judge's?"
Teri Jensen: *Her eyes narrow as she's
pushed, his face committed to memory*
Jarod Freeman: ((HIM. Familiar to HIM.))
Keiko Moroboshi: "Yes...you know a Baby Death?" *she
quirks an eyebrow*
Jarod Freeman: A little grin, and he nods.
"Yeah, I do. Pretty well, in fact."
Keiko Moroboshi: "Then probably you're the Jarod that she
suggested that I speak with."
Teri Jensen: *She strides back over to
Bruce, clearly irritated now*
Shania Kelton: She looks back along to Teri,
then Bruce, blinking and tapping her cheek a moment with an extended index
finger. Thinking, then a shrug and another sip of the pepsi. Through holes in
the sweater, an opaque black bodystocking just visible.
Jarod Freeman: "Might very well be," he
says, taking his beer and sipping at it. "What about?"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks at
Shania, eyes half closed....he stands and walks over to her stepping up besides
her "Atalante right?" A raised eyebrow to her, quite civil considering his punk
look, or maybe he like her.
Keiko Moroboshi: "Some sort of project of yours that she
thought I might be able to help with." *shrugs a bit*
Teri Jensen: *She changes direction a bit
when he moves for the woman, coming up beside him and slipping an arm around his
waist* Who's your friend? *Gaze sweeping the girl slowly, and perhaps just a
touch too intimately*
Shania Kelton: Her pitted and worn cheeks
color a little more, already dark, and she brushes the shock of ringlets away -
has to be dyed, skin too dark - smiling up, a little tiredly "Aye, 'tis" That
same, new orleans accent "An y'look familiar, but ... 'scuse, s'been a long day
..." Then she snaps her fingers "Aright, Spitfire! yeah, seen some've y'stuff
online" Then a grin "Hope y'didn't mind m'posts to y'list"
Teri Jensen: *Glancing to him with an amused
smirk. Spitfire. How... appropriate*
Jarod Freeman: "Ahh, gotcha." He nods a
little. "I'd be happy to have some help. It'd be a nice change."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He grins to
Shania "Seen some of your shit girl, you got stones...you have added to the
list....I'll have a look."
Keiko Moroboshi: "From what she said, I would look forward
to helping out."
Jarod Freeman: "Wonderful." He nods a
little bit, grabbing a bar napkin and scribbling his number down on it before
sliding it over.
Teri Jensen: *Nails biting into Bruce's side
for half a second when he doesn't answer her, still watching the girl intently*
Shania Kelton: "S'always nice t'meet someone
who approves" She kicks out a chair, then another - graceful, and lithe and
swift - one for each "Ain' too busy, s'sit down if'n y'want" Nodding some "An'
yeah, Ah've seen some'va ya stunts. Stones ain' th'word ... th'acid were too
much, but damn, boy"
Keiko Moroboshi: *she takes the napkin, and then tears off
a bit, and scribbles her own number on it and slides it over to him*
Teri Jensen: Thanks. *She gives the girl a
quick smile, letting Bruce go and sitting, legs crossed at the knee* Quite a
place...
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He sits
snorting at the too much "Too much is never enough Atlante, don't let any fucker
say that to you." He looks up to Teri, he thought she was talking to the rat
wonder in the corner, at the bite he rolls his eyes "This is Atlante, Teri,
Teri, Atlante!"
Jarod Freeman: "Thanks." He takes the
piece of napkin and slides it into his pocket. "So what do you do for a living,
Keiko?"
Teri Jensen: Nice to meet you. Atlante.
*Letting the name sit on her tongue a moment*
Keiko Moroboshi: "I'm a pediatrician. What about you?
Singer?"
Shania Kelton: She rakes her short hands
through her ringlets a moment, pushing them back from her face. Irritably,
maybe. "An' ye, Teri" The slow, quiet drawl enjoyed, and she smiles. "An' it's
Shania, if Ah ain' performin'. Atalante" She digs a hand into her rucksack, and
brings out a small harlequin's mask, black and silver "Wears this, 'cept
f'th'films" A little self conscious
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He takes the
other seat, feet stomping down, leaning back looking to Teri, what was her game,
he hadn't even socialised with her before, not like he can predict how she will
act.
Jarod Freeman: "Actor. I sing open-mike in
my spare time...hoping to turn it into a career one day, though."
Teri Jensen: Atalante is so exotic. It
fits you. *Hand reaching out absently to rest on Bruce's knee*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He leans
forward looking to the mask then Shania "Look better with out it Shania, you got
spunk and fire, can't cover that with a mask, you should do a dtunt with me,
speard the fame an word." His eyes light at that, what a stunt they could pull
Keiko Moroboshi: "Well, if your performance earlier is how
you normally sound, you could probably do it."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((dtunt=stunt))
Shania Kelton: She shrugs, and brushes the
back of her hand to each cheek, self consciously. The pitted and worn skin quite
evident, as are the remains of black spray makeup, dappled here and there "Y'know's
well's I do, th'stunt itself ain' enough. S'how y'put it, frame it. Same with
m'street performances ... anyone can dance aroun'n tumble, but t'watch a masked
harlequin do it..?" She shrugs, grins a moment "Well, s'why Carnivale works."
Jarod Freeman: "Thanks." He smiles a
little bit, graciously. "It's not the voice I need...it's the lyrics. I'm
getting there, but I'm well out of practice."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He listens
to her, understanding there "Yeah, but, come on, a mask harlequin only goes so
far otherwise your in a bad fucking B-movie, let me meet the danger with a fist
in the air and a grin on my lips, an let the world see it too!" He grins that
manic grin, hand resting on Teri's breifly before moving off
Keiko Moroboshi: "I'm sure you'll get it. Could always
start out as a cover artist."
Shania Kelton: "Yeah" She nods, and finishes
the pepsi, smiling and crossing her legs. She's slender, like most dancers.
Constant exercise. "Ain' too worried abou' danger ... ain' met much Ah couldn'
run from" She winks "An' wha' type've stunt'd y'have in mind f'r th'pair've us?"
Teri Jensen: So how do you two know
eachother? *Sitting back once more, both hands in her lap now*
Teri Jensen: *Quiet, looking to Bruce for
his answer, smirking just slightly*
Shania Kelton: "Oh, we ain' never met"
Quickly "Ah've seen some've his stuff online ... similar professions, ah guess?
You two together?"
Jarod Freeman: "Meeh...cover artists start
off with a bad rep. I'd rather go full feet in, you know?" He takes a drink of
his beer. "Soon enough...we'll see."
Teri Jensen: No, we're just fucking. *Giving
her a plesant smile, waving her hand at Bruce as if giving her permission*
Keiko Moroboshi: "You have a point there." *she nods*
Shania Kelton: A serious nod at that, leaning
in to Teri and, not quite quiet enough to stop him hearing "He any good?"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
Teri with that laughing manically.
Teri Jensen: Amazing. Best I ever had.
*Giving her a quick wink before looking at Bruce* We should take her back to my
place.
Jarod Freeman: "So how's things on your
side of the court?" He leans back on the bar...he could have easily meant it in
a metaphor. Y'know, tennis court...basketball court...that kind of thing.
Shania Kelton: "Hey" Holding up her hands,
and a faintly amused smirk "Ah notice y'ain' talkin's though y'were givin' me a
choice there"
Teri Jensen: *She mirrors the amused smirk*
Why? Do you intend to say no?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He leans
forward, elbows on thighs "What stunts to do....maybe something involving marine
life, I need a water theme, maybe cut ourselves then tightrope over a pit of
crocs or something?" He finally catches up with the conversation looking to
Shania, he is having to run with Teri's motion. He smiles an actual charming
smile, not in any respectable way, that bad boy punk look cheeks sucked in
slightly, head titlted eyebrow raised, the kind of man that you just know would
never work for any length of time but thats what gives the desire.
Shania Kelton: And those far, far too dark
eyes flick between them. She shrugs "'pends. If'n it's anythin' t'do with his
acids, aye, otherwise ... likely not"
Keiko Moroboshi: "They're going fairly well. Working out
what we're capable of and then going out and doing what needs to be done. And on
yours?"
Jarod Freeman: "Wrong person to ask," he says, putting a clove between his lips and flicking a match to light.
Shania Kelton: She chuckles slightly.
She's no great shakes to look at - the mask is a needed addition for public
performances "If'n tha' happened, Ah'd mos' likely get m'foot eaten. B'slack-wire
walkin' a few feet o'er th'water's easy enough"
Keiko Moroboshi: "Oh?" *raises an eyebrow, quite clearly
wanting to know more*
Jarod Freeman: He shrugs. "I tend to look
outward more then inward these days."
Keiko Moroboshi: "Ahh." *she nods* "Certainly enough
outward things to occupy your time."
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He grins at
Shania. he likes this one, fire there. "Alright, no crocs, what you willing to
take a chance on Shania, what kind of shit are you willing to take a chance on?"
He could easily be talking about the stunt, or the going home on that last part.
Teri Jensen: *She settles back again, legs
uncrossed and recrossed the other way, hand straying to Bruce's leg again as she
lets him take the lead*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Bah delete
one of the chances on...*shakes head*))
Shania Kelton: "That all depends on whats on
offer" She grins a moment, and lifts her rucksack, standing and stretching,
slinging it to her back in an easy movement
Jarod Freeman: "You're telling me." He
smirks a little...hint of something less happy there. A cloud of sweet-smelling
smoke is exhaled, away from Keiko. "Though with your help, maybe we can start
getting to marking a big one off that list."
Keiko Moroboshi: "Hopefully." *she nods* "But I think
to finish it off, we'll need everyone we can get."
Jarod Freeman: "And then some," he agrees.
Keiko Moroboshi: *she nods once more, but quietly this
time*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He sits back
"You getting off Shania, drop us an E-mail on the site, you got any good shit
you wanna see I may just pick you out." That cocky grin flashing.
Shania Kelton: "Gettin' off?" She grins,
and nods "Will do, but if you two jes' sit there, won' be doin' a thing" Then
she laughs, short, and curls back down to the chair. Keeping her smirk
Teri Jensen: *Amused all to hell apparently,
looking between the two of them*
Jarod Freeman: A look up to the stage, as
his name is called. "Pardon me, Keiko, that's my cue." He smiles a little to
her, and moves away, clove burning between his lips as he picks up his guitar on
the way to the stage.
Keiko Moroboshi: "Good luck." *she smiles a bit, and
watches as he goes up to perform*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He stands "Am
fucking confused, but hell where we going?" A hand rests on his belt buckle,
resting there.
Teri Jensen: He's easily confused sometimes.
*Giving Shania a quick wink, standing quickly and reaching out to hook two
fingers in his waistband, tugging* Come on.
Shania Kelton: The laugh breaks out again,
just a moment "Ah think, hun, Ah were callin' on Teri's comment y'should take me
home, an' then laughin' when y'didn' seem t'pick up on it"
Jarod Freeman: He straps the guitar on,
moving up to he stage. For this one, he actually plugs into the amp. "This is
for...an associate of mine who isn't here." He grins a little, bit, and launches
into the Clash. 'London Calling' is the song. ((http://clash.lyrics-online.net/LondonCalling.html))
Jarod Freeman:
d10: Cha+Perf-Ab. Apt.,WP: 1,3,6,3,7,5,6,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He laughs "To
much head trauma, to many fucking stupid stunts." He resists slightly till he
gives to the tug
Jarod Freeman: ((4 Successes)) It's not as
good at all as the last song...it's wearing on in the night, and punk isn't his
usual genre...Maybe it's just that the accent isn't...QUITE right. It's still
pretty damn good, though...a damn sight better then your typical open-mike or
karaoke rendition.
(up for trouble: ?
Teri Jensen: Always trying to be the boss...
*Smirking slightly before kissing him hard*
Jarod Freeman: ((ALWAYS!))
Shania Kelton: She chuckles, stretches, and
pads for the door - pausing there to listen to Jarod for a few
where is everyone: ?
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He catches the
tune, but he does it no justice, I mean the man is good, but he doesn't have the
passion of the Clash, he has seen them live, hell he has seen most of this
modern punk live, and has decarled a personnel war on Avril Lavigne.
Jarod Freeman: ((On the stage, performing
a punk classic. Keiko at the bar...the rest at...a table, I believe?))
Keiko Moroboshi: ((Karaoke club, Keiko is at the bar))
*Keiko applauds, she always liked that song*
Smithy: ((All Vampires.. announce.. yo
selves.. to me!))
Jarod Freeman -> Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
((Hey, hey. Four successes is almost a complete
success...that's not NO justice...just not QUITE as good as Strummer & Company.
*Grins and winks*))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He kisses
Teri back, arms stretched either side of him, he was the boss!
Teri Jensen: ((no no no. you scare me. look
at the time. gotta go! *g*))
Teri Jensen: *She breaks it, lips moving to
his ear again*
Teri Jensen: *Moving away again, brow
raised, hand catching his as she takes a step backwards*
Shania Kelton: She eyes the two, amused, and
stays at the door for a moment, waiting
Smithy: *swearing, and hungry. she could
hear crappy music. and it wasn't coming from her earphones. she clunks through
the ghost town of new york, shoulder down as she walks through the sidewalk..
blank white eye twitching just a little. she opens the door with a shoulder and
looks around blankly. food was becoming a fucking issue*
Jarod Freeman: Eventually, he finishes off
the song and gives another bow. He seems...honestly disappointed in himself. As
good as it may be, he just kind of lost the feel. The guitar is unplugged, and
he makes his way off the stage...whoa. He stops, one foot still on the raised
area, as he sees Smithy.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He moves
over to Shania "Shall we get going then." He smiles to her, that punk smile "We
can talk damn daring stunts!"
Jarod Freeman: ((WHOOPS! She's not in the
place yet. DLP))
Jarod Freeman: Eventually, he finishes off
the song and gives another bow. He seems...honestly disappointed in himself. As
good as it may be, he just kind of lost the feel. The guitar is unplugged, and
he makes his way off the stage.
Smithy: ((i assume everyone knows what she
looks like? dirty.. fake bare breasts, circuit tattooes, white eyes, anime hair,
cargo pants, huge army boots, purple coat with the mushroom and gear on the
back, and bleeding through bandages on her ribs.? you get + 2 dice to spot her
due to Uncanny.. fame 2.. anyone thats a mobster.. terrorist..underworlder..
high ranking fbi or gun enthusiast should ping me))
Teri Jensen: Or, we could keep you too busy
to talk. *Smiling sweetly at both of them, not bothering to clarify which she
was speaking to*
Smithy: *she steps inside the bar with a
huff as the music stops, and thrusts a hip out character pose style. she looks
around, not expecting much*
Jarod Freeman: ((Or she WAS. Gaah. First
post stands. I suck.))
Shania Kelton: She grins, shrugs, eyes Smithy
with just a shudder, and moves to get out. Fast
Jarod Freeman: ((I give up))
Teri Jensen: ((*pets*))
Smithy:
d10: looksee: 9,10,9,2,10,
Keiko Moroboshi: *Smithy shows up, and that certainly
draws Keiko's attention...who the hell walks around looking like that?! Her
sensibilities are definitely offended...*
Teri Jensen: *She eyes the new arrival with
thinly veiled disgust, tugging Bruce's hand to follow Shania out*
Jarod Freeman: He's half-on, half-off the
stage. Staring. ((There, it's decided!))
Smithy: *white eyes blink with an audible
click as she blocks the doorway, apparently oblivious to how uncomfortable she's
making Shanaia.. or the stares she's getting. she looks back around the bar,..
then looks back to teri and Spitfire.. a huuuuge grin spreading on her face*
N00bs! *she points at them* joor not ghosted!
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
Smithy then up and down "Nice fake tits Lara Croft wannabe!"
Smithy: So says the bily Idol Lamer. *she
doesn't care.. the mad woman seems delighted, as she remains blocking the
entrance*
Shania Kelton: She frowns, and slumps
back, folding her arms. Just ... well, staring a moment, then looking away.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He walks right
up to Smithy's face "You want me to spin you right round, just tell me which
wall you want to land on bitch."
Teri Jensen: *Sighing* Fuck's sake. This
better not be what I'm getting. Rat me and fucking anime come to life.
Teri Jensen: *Letting Bruce handle it,
stepping over to Shania and slipping an arm around her waist*
Jarod Freeman: Ahh, shit. He takes his
guitar with him, moving to the two psychos about to fight. Last thing they need
in this place.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
d10: Per & Alt: 2,2,5,9,
Keiko Moroboshi: *she drops some cash on the bar, to pay
for her drink, and she stands, watching the crazies at the door carefully*
Shania Kelton: She flinches as the arm is
slipped around her waist, but ... well, from that or the upcoming fight?
Smithy: *her mad white eyes track Teri as
one hand delves in her coat, bruce so very close* Listen Lamer. I can see you.
so STFU before I Ghost you like all the other motherfuckers in this bar... *her
white eyes flick back up to Bruce*
Jarod Freeman: "Ghost?" He moves up to the
ground, frowning a little. "Listen...here and now's neither the time nor the
place, you two. Take it the hell elsewhere, all right?"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "You gonna
shoot me bitch" He widens his arms "Be the last thing you ever do then the only
Tomb Raiding going on will be yours!"
Keiko Moroboshi: *And Jarod gets involved. She'll head
closer*
Smithy: *her eyes narrow and she smiles
widely,* Tomb raiding N00b? *she smirks and launches into a beretta laugh, hand
going into her coat as she walks over to teri, apparently unconcerned with
Bruce. or insane. or both*
Smithy: *as far as Jarod.. her eyes
haven't even strayed.*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He moves his
arm out front of Smithy before she gets near Teri "We gonna go bitch, or you all
cocking pistols no fight?"
Jarod Freeman: He frowns with a sigh as he
gets ignored, and looks to give Bruce a pointed look.
Teri Jensen: *If she's right, she's got
an incredible amount of cleaning up to do here. Her expression verges on bored,
watching the woman move closer*
Shania Kelton: Stood right beside Teri, she
stiffens as Smithy turns her attention on the,, muttering to the far prettier
woman "He know her?"
Keiko Moroboshi: *things are heating up, she moves in
closer, not directly involved, but ready to jump in if something happens*
Teri Jensen: Fucking christ, I hope not.
Shania Kelton: "Tell me abou' it ... christ,
she looks frikkin' unreal"
Jarod Freeman: Ahh, he's getting ignored
by both people. No, wait, no he's not. He focuses on Bruce, as an arbitrary
choice.
Jarod Freeman:
d10: Read Emotions: 2,4,1,3,7,3,4,
Jarod Freeman: And nothing happens. He
scowls.
Smithy: *she snorts and brings out a
laptop* Listen motherfucker, *clank, it opens, other hand coming out with a
pistol like its secondary* .. Joo and sweetits over there aren't ghosted. I want
to fucking know why. back off before I frag you into grisely gib pixels. *mad
white eyes swivel his way, glazed and twitchy.. like she's watching a strobe
light of something. then back to the lappy as she starts typing*
Jarod Freeman: "You're not fragging
anyone," he says to Smithy, and then looks back to Bruce. He'll do it the
new-fangled way...talking. "Take it outside. Both of you."
Smithy:
d10: arete: 9,3,6,
Smithy: (awareness)
Teri Jensen: *Her gaze moves to Jarod,
looking him up and down slowly*
Keiko Moroboshi: "I recommend you not frag anyone here."
*the small Japanese woman is completely serious, and if it weren't for her
miniscule stature, it could almost be construed as a threat...*
Keiko Moroboshi:
d10: Per+Awareness: 4,4,9,8,8,5,
Jarod Freeman:
d10: Per+Awarenss: 5,5,2,2,4,
Smithy: *she flicks a monocle down over
her eye.. ignoreing poor Jarod so completely and thoroughly, she doesn't even
look at him as he talks, nor poor keiko*
Shania Kelton: "How abou' tellin' 'er t'jes'
pack it away rather'n jes' not mess up the place" Snapped "She's carryin' a
fuckin' pistol"
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "You...frag
me..." He laughs, that manic laugh. Looking like he is wiping tears from his
eye. "Teri Shaina, you girls ready to go?" Eyes never leave Smithy, just wanting
her to start something...thats the rules of this fucking treaty thing.
Jarod Freeman: Well, everyone seems to be
ignoring him, so he ignores Shania.
Teri Jensen: Yeah, baby. Let's go home so
you can frag us. *Smirking, nudging Shania along with her arm*
Keiko Moroboshi: *She looks to Smithy, and briefly her
expression changes. Fuck.* "You will do nothing further, or I will be forced to
act."
Shania Kelton: She nods, slightly reluctantly
"Yeah. Le's jes' get out, aye?" Yep, the gun has her attention
Smithy: *a wiiiide knowing grin spreads
acorss her face as she reads the data off her screen, bleeding profusely from
the wound under her bandages, she wipes the blood on her pants with the pistol
hand, starting up in a high stattacco machine gun laugh* joor dead motherfucker!
Teri Jensen: *Her nose twitches, looking the
woman over*
Smithy: *she doesn't seem to hear keiko.
in fact. she hasn't looked at Anyone in the bar BUT Teri and bruce since she
came in*
Jarod Freeman: His eyes dart to Smithy as
she proclaims the main dead. Either she's getting ready to shoot him, or...he
interposes himself between Smithy and Bruce, guitar held firmly...not like a
weapon. Yet.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
her "And you have a pistol, this a paper siccors stone thing, cos am not sure
who won?" That manic grin as he steps forward blocking Smithy so Teri and Shania
can move behind him.
Teri Jensen: *Attention on Jarod once
more when he moves. He's either stupid, or astonishingly brave*
Smithy: (dudes.. she's still directly in
the door way. hasn't moved. )
Keiko Moroboshi: *almost simultaneously with Jarod, Keiko
steps between Smithy and the others* "I believe it would be best if you heeded
my warnings." *doing her best to be commanding/imposing...maybe making it to
5'1" in the process*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((No you moved
forward to Teri?))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((Bruce put
his hand out but you still moved, hence the description of them moving behind
Bruce...))
Teri Jensen: Hey. *Clearly trying to get
Smithy's attention*
Teri Jensen: ((*waits for resolution of
positions*))
Smithy: (i was assuming she stopped at his
hand. but ok)*she looks straight at Jarod's forehad. around where Bruce's eyes
would be, still laughing her ass off, she cracks her neck with a twang, smacking
into Jardos shoulder, she moves her head back and clanks her lappy shut, before
grinning seemingly THough Jarod and Keiko at Bruce and Teri* fuck. you have
n00bs in front of you? joor the worst fucking zombie on the planet.
Jarod Freeman: ((The way I had it figured
was Smithy nearest the door still, Jarod had just pretty week cut off Bruce on
the way to be closest to Smithy, Keiko was a bit off to the side of Jarod &
Bruce, being last to move; Teri & Shania furthest from the door. Sound about
right?))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks at
Keiko and Jarod "Errrrr excuse me, but I can handle my own fights?" Almost
insulted that they would get in the way
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((I'll run
with the Rav DD *s* Sorry, we all had different ideas there *g*))
Shania Kelton: "She's on uppers an' acid,
mebbe" Muttered, staring "Shit, she's out've it"
Jarod Freeman: "Shut up," he says to
Bruce. He blinks as Smithy smacks her head into his shoulder. She doesn't
realize he's there, obviously. Ooookay...
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He then
stares to Jarod "Had you not done a alright Clash set I may just have stuck that
piece of wood up your ass, get one thing straight surfer man, you ain't in
charge!"
Jarod Freeman: "And you're not starting a
fight." He doesn't look away from Smithy as he responds to Bruce, regarding her
curiously.
Keiko Moroboshi: *now she turns to Bruce* "Oh just shut
up." *she then turns to Smithy* "Leave this place."
Smithy: *an audible CLICK as she blinks to
Bruce, grinning. yeah. get the noobs out the way* joor dead. and the bimbo's
dead too I'm betting.. I ghsted everyone byt the deadites *a laugh that sounds
alot like alf's HAH!, and she shakes her head* Sweet.
Smithy: *again. Keiko is not acknowledged even with a glance*
Jarod Freeman: Okay...now he stops,
looking back to Bruce, then to Teri. "You two dead?"
Teri Jensen: Apparently. *She begins to look
bored with the whole thing, eyes on Smithy again*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He looks to
her, okay she knew too much, that means she was breaking rules and since she was
already bleeding all over that made her open MEAT! "Do I look fucking dead to
you" He looks to Jarod "Better question does she look fucking dane to you, now
either step aside so I can knock her the fuck out or get ther to step aside so I
can leave, am getting really pissy being made to stand here!" He crosses his
arms, he means it.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: ((dane=sane))
Shania Kelton: She snorts "Takin' the word've
a junked up ... yeah" Eyeing the gun, and falling silent again, but a faintly
withering glance to Jarod. Sticking by Teri, though
Keiko Moroboshi: *she's quiet, and remains where she is,
tense and ready to react to the movements of various psychotics in the room*
Jarod Freeman: "I can't make her move, and
you're not decking her. So convince her to move yourself." He makes no move to
get out of the way.
Smithy: oh moo moo moo LOL! *She laughs
and shakes her head* listen deadite. Joor not from the bronx. means your local.
means I can't kill you yet. *she's grinning, glazed white eyes wide and pleased
as punch. she's figured it out* joo continue on.. I know where I can find
company.. *a wide grin as she steps sideways into Jarod and frowns at nothing
then laughs* Later Spitfire.
Teri Jensen: Hey! Tits! *Louder this time,
waiting*
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: "Then that
means am moving you" he puts his hand on Jarods shoulder "Last chance saloon
here, or bar room brawl time!"
Smithy: WTF joo want Slutbot? One more
word I pixelate your Ass and Reform your junks as a toy poodle, joo yappy biatch.
*she jerks her chin to Teri, gun at her hip*
Jarod Freeman: "You touch me any harder
then you just did, friend...and you will regret it." He turns to regard Bruce as
Smithy moves away. "I won't start a fight with you, but I won't let you start a
fight with an insane, gun-toting freak in this club, either. Now, you can take
your hand off me, and when she's gone, you can go. Or you can take your hand off
me, et cetera. Choose."
Teri Jensen: *She waits until the girl
looks over* Leave.
Teri Jensen:
d10: manip, intim: 5,3,5,2,7,6,
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He doesn't
look impressed with Jarod at all hand not leaving his shoulder "I just want to
leave, and will start a fight with whoever I have to get to the fucking door"
Jarod Freeman:
d10: Read Emotions(WP): 9,2,3,6,4,9,4,
Jarod Freeman: ((Awareness roll for all))
Jarod Freeman: He stares Bruce down,
something in his eyes become very, very hard and unyielding...threatening, even.
"No. You won't."
Keiko Moroboshi:
d10: Per+Aware: 9,4,5,3,7,2,
Jarod Freeman: ((Teri, in the future, you
MUST declare all supernatural gifts openly.))
Smithy:
d10: awareness: 9,6,7,4,
Jarod Freeman: ((SUpernatural powers, I
mean))
Shania Kelton: She shifts position, glancing
around. Another door, maybe. Eh.
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason -> Jarod Freeman:
((Whats that do?))
Teri Jensen: ((ooh. eek. i didn't know.
sorry. i can retract?))
Jarod Freeman: ((Why would you retract it?
You don't know that there's anyone else who can detect the use...))
Smithy: *smithy smirks at Teri, eyes
narrowing as she cracks her back and tromps out the door. that evil bitch of a
program.. she leaves the Kareokee hut*
Jarod Freeman -> Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason:
((Adds dice to social rolls, directed to the one
person you're focuing on.))
Bruce 'Spitfire' Freemason: He throws his
hands in the air "FOR FUCKS SAKE!" He stomps towards Teri and Shania "Back door,
lets go."
Teri Jensen -> Jarod Freeman: ((didn't know
i had to declare. wasn't going to just assume that it would stand. thanks,
though *s*))
Teri Jensen: *She smirks at him, voice low*
You could say thank you. *Gently tugging Shania along*
Jarod Freeman: He turns and walks out the
door, leaving.