Rene Zitas: Locks the dead bolt behind them.

Arlett: *blinking to him, feeling a wush of -this was a bad idea. at the bolt* that ain't needfull...

Terry O'Brian: "Ok, so you wanted me to explain...Johnny pointed a freakin' shotgun at Jeff when Jeff wouldn't get into Johnny's car with Joey, and I figured that I couldn't do anything to stop him and I didn't want to be near enough for him to shoot me too, I ran like hell. Last I saw, he had a shotgun pointed at Jeff's head, nearly point blank."

Rene Zitas: "So mon petite, introductions, oui? I am Rene Zitas." Offers the girl a large, scarred hand.

Arlett: *she blinks to Rene* Arlett...*taking his hand, at the time she stares at Terry* what?! why for?

Terry O'Brian: "Because Jeff wouldn't get in the car." *shrugs, then to Rene* "I'm Terry."

Rene Zitas: "And you mon?" Offering his hand to Terry next.

Arlett: *frowns* there gotta be a reason *frowning deeply*

Terry O'Brian: *shakes Rene's hand, having already given him his name*

Terry O'Brian: "The best reason I can think of is that Johnny's a nutjob. When you've just been attacked by outsiders, a group is supposed to stand back to back and put aside differences to fight against the common enemy. If shooting each other in the head is what you guys do to each other, I want no part of it."

Rene Zitas: Listens to the two of them go back and forth.

Arlett: *looking to Terry, shakes her head* I... I'll talk to him.. make sure he is fine *frowning worriedly*

Terry O'Brian: *shrugs* "So, I believe you had something important to discuss with Rene here?"

Arlett: *blinks then still worried frowny, looking to Rene, then to Terry, sighs* that british guy gotta warn ya for a reason.... so with a wide abert of mistake I am gonna asume.... *breaths in* can... does odd things happen around you?

Rene Zitas: "Dis afternoon was odd, oui?"

Rene Zitas: "Out wit eet, petite. If it is not for me you will know quickly, eh?"

Arlett: *blinks at Rene* oh.. take it a yes.... *biting her lips* ok... intrudic from scratch * and praying she is not puling her leg UP deep in the bucket* I'm ARlett of the Son's of Ether...*lookign to him, hopefuly*

Rene Zitas: "Verbena," he says with a polite bow.

Arlett: *huffs sighs, relieved, and then grins* ok.. those chasing us out tehre where technos.. if ya dind't guess...

Rene Zitas: Coal black eyes flicker to Terry expectantly.

Terry O'Brian: "I'm just confused. I don't even know what a Verbena is. I'm new at this, and today is making me think that if it's possible to give it up, I should."

Rene Zitas: "Ah, day boy called dem technocracy. I om not familiar wit dis group."

Arlett-O-Phone: *Ringy-ding-ding*

Terry O'Brian: "I'm told that they really suck, and want to kill us." *shrugs*

Arlett: *looks to Rene* uh. he is new.... *then blinks* technocrats, guys in blakc who wants to kil us or brain wash us or the like? *blinking, picking phone and asnwring* ya?

Rene Zitas: Looks back to Terry. "You will swear to reveal nothing you have heard boy."

Arlett-O-Phone -> Arlett: "Arlett? It's Michelle." She sounds very worried. "What the hell happened? Are you all right?"

Terry O'Brian: "Sure, why the hell not?" *rolls his eyes* "They were chasing me too, ya know"

Rene Zitas: Sets an ash tray on the small table and pulls a small case from his ragged coat, flipping it open and removing a cigarette.

Arlett: *blinks, sighs+ yea.. I'm fine, trying to figure out all that happened Terry is teling me Johnny tried to kill someone of us.. I.. dunno.. righ tnow talking to a new guy and Terry....

Terry O'Brian: "Who's on the phone? Anyone I know?"

Rene Zitas: Lights the cigarette with a cheap bic and takes several long draws, then taps the ashes.

Arlett: *looking to Terry, eyeing Renny* Michelle *cover the mouth a bit*

Arlett-O-Phone: "Yeah, I gathered that much about Johnny. Jeff showed up at my apartment. Where are you? Does anyone mind if I drop by and get the heads up?"

Arlett-O-Phone: ((Hands the PM over...not my worst dropped PM, though...))

Rene Zitas: Licks his thumb and presses it into the ashes, setting down the cigarette then drawing a streak across the boy's forehead. "Say you swear. Use dat word."

Terry O'Brian: "Tell her that I want to talk to her sometime soon, and if possible I'll be dropping by later tonight."

Terry O'Brian: *rolls his eyes* "Fine, I swear it."

Arlett: ((*^giggles* we knows! *snickesR*)) we are an hotel.. wait *to the otehrs.* ok, person who knows more them I is saying she'll come, you mind? *looking to Rene eve if the question was to both*

Arlett: *eyes Rene*you can't do magic this side of the city, Neutral ground

Rene Zitas: 4,2,9,

Terry O'Brian: ((is that an Arete roll?))

Rene Zitas: Arlett goes unheeded as the dark thrum of entropy passes briefly through the room. Terry> "Break your word upon your own peril."

Arlett: *do saying over the phone* I think you do better come *saying what hotel they are in and room humber to Michelle*

Rene Zitas: (yes it is)

Arlett-O-Phone -> Arlett: "On my way." *Click*

Terry O'Brian: ((hold up there, you're not following site protocol for magic. If you roll, people get to roll Awareness to catch it, and then they get info based on that, and a chance to react.))

Terry O'Brian: 8,6,7,4,

Arlett: *hangs, frowning* stop it *trying her utter most commanding.. for a teenagerwhich is Arlett*

Arlett: 9,9,9,5,

Terry O'Brian: ((now with three successes, NOW I get that you did magic at me, and I get an inkling of the sphere if I would recognize it, which I don't. Arlett also gets a roll)) "What the fuck are you doing?"

Arlett: (8ouch!))

Rene Zitas: ((I gave you more info then you needed, figured you'd roll awareness and act on it appropriately.))

Arlett: *frowning, moving to Rene* you do NOT DO MAGIC ON ThiS SIdE OF The CIty!! that's breakting the Nutral treaty!

Terry O'Brian: ((but that's not how things go, you have to tell us to roll Per+Aware, and then we get info based on successes, and you're supposed to PM it))

Terry O'Brian: "I don't know what you just did, but I didn't like the feel of it, and if you ever fucking do it again, you'll regret it."

Arlett: *Lookin gto Terry* calm down, please *then to Rene* you dind't need to do that

Rene Zitas: ((Okay, I'll be more secretive next time. *c*))

Rene Zitas: "Watch your tongue boy, if you wish to keep it." Eyes the girl. "I om party to no treaty here."

Terry O'Brian: "You Tradition types must all be crazy, paranoid psychos waving around shotguns and not trusting people even if they've already agreed to not tell your stupid, petty little secrets. I've only met a couple of Mages, and so far three seem sane, and two seem insane. Frankly, I want nothing to do with those odds, I LIKE being stable."

Michelle Morgan: She gets in her car and starts to head to the hotel post-haste.

Arlett: no.. but stil if you do anything in the Neutral ground the ones who ARE are gonna lauch on you.... so you are warned.. and is not a threat, really. you you don't

Terry O'Brian: "Fuck you mister badass. Even I know what the Technocracy is, moron."

Arlett: *Glancing to Terry* eh.... sorry, but we DO are a tad paranoid.... its part of.... 'Knowing'

Rene Zitas: "Boy, you are unschooled, and as such should consider long and hard upon what you see. Do not expect to understand it all. You do not have day foundations to make a choice at dis time."

Terry O'Brian: "Even if you need to be careful, if someone is ALSO being chased by the same enemies, you don't need to fuck with them, and you don't need to shoot at them." *Terry seems angry...his smile is gone*

Terry O'Brian: "Fine, if I'm so unable to be a fucking Tradition Mage, maybe I'll go join the Technocracy." *turns to Arlett* "Where's the base? Or am I going to have to go around yelling 'Here I am, recruit me Technocract!' for them to notice me?"

Arlett: *bites her lips, looking lostly at Terry* I really don't know why he did it.... but I'll found out *looking back to Rene* and listen.. he's gone... kinda first time this all.. so pleace calm down

Arlett: *blinking to Terry* shit! you don't do that!

Rene Zitas: ((Damn you type fast Terry! Slow down! *L*))

Rene Zitas: 3,

Rene Zitas: ((10))

Terry O'Brian: 8,

Terry O'Brian: ((14))

Rene Zitas: He raises a hand, clearly intending to backhand the boy.

Michelle Morgan: Drive, drive, drive. Damn traffic. 15 minutes to drive 5 miles.

Arlett: ((want are you doing?!))

Terry O'Brian: ((Terry's gonna try to catch the hand as it comes at him. So that means we roll Dex+Brawl, diff 6 against each other, I believe.))

Rene Zitas: ((Hitting Terry. *c*))

Terry O'Brian: 2,4,1,10,3,

Rene Zitas: 2,3,5,7,7,2,9,

Terry O'Brian: ((ahh, fuck. Terry missed with his block.))

Arlett: ((Gha!! gong last as she will be STARTLED!)) SHit STOP IT!!!!

Rene Zitas: Rene is big, Terry isn't. That heavy hand sweeps through his defensive gesture and he bops the boy upside the head.

Rene Zitas: 8,4,10,

Terry O'Brian: ((roll damage, str+2, if I count right...I'm rolling soak))

Terry O'Brian: 6,5,9,

Terry O'Brian: *Terry takes it.* ((reroll Init, or shall we just keep it for the remainder?))

Rene Zitas: He doesn't use full force however, its a warning. (just take 1 bashing)

Terry O'Brian: ((Nope, none. I soaked all your successes))

Arlett: ((damm... damm.. damm...))* frowns, wel shit, both.... friends.. well on ekinda .. she moves trying to get in the middle of them both* KNOCK it OUt!

Rene Zitas: He clearly isn't intending an open brawl, but if Terry presses, he'll defend himself.

Arlett: ((O can picter tiny Arlett in the middle and them going over with it above her *G*))

Rene Zitas: ((*LOL*))

Rene Zitas: ((He probably could just reach over her head. *c*))

Terry O'Brian: "You ever fucking do that again, and I'll make YOU regret it. I'm a lot more dangerous than I look, and this is the only second chance you get."

Rene Zitas: Looks down at the girl between them, then walks over to the door and opens it. "Get out, boy."

Arlett: *frowns* you both should wait for Michelle *froining*

Michelle Morgan: She pulls up to the hotel and gets out, heading in and into the elevator to head up.

Terry O'Brian: "Fine. Asswipe." *he heads out. Ready for an attack from Rene for that comment*

Arlett: Terry!

Rene Zitas: ((ground floor))

Michelle Morgan: The elevator door dings, and she quickly steps out...she does NOT like elevators. She turns into the hallway, heading toward the door.

Rene Zitas: ((cheap hotel)) "Let him go, cher. He is not ready." Ignoring the boy's comment.

Michelle Morgan: ((Or not.)) She turns into the hallway, heading for the door.

Terry O'Brian: *steps out of the hotel room door, his customary smile absent from, his face, he seems rather pissed off* "I'm not staying where I'm not wanted. You know where I hang out, you can find me there sometime."

Arlett: *sighs* but if he goes now without explanation he is going to.. go .... wrong! *frowning to Terry* no, wait for Michelle, please

Rene Zitas: "Then we will kill him," he says calmly. "It is his choice, what path to seek. He has not yet chosen."

Michelle Morgan: She frowns as she sees Terry and his obvious glare. "Terry?" She picks up the pace, moving to the door.

Terry O'Brian: "Yes?" *glances to Michelle, stopping a few feet down the hall*

Michelle Morgan: She puts her hands on her hips, frowning...not angry at him, just very plainly frustrated and confused. "You leaving?"

Arlett: *frowing to REne* he is My friend! *looking over at hearing Michelle, sighing in relieve* thanks God

Terry O'Brian: "I'm not wanted here, and I don't stay places where I'm not wanted. Especially if the other people there know I'm there."

Michelle Morgan: "Hold up. Before you go taking off, come in and let everyone bring me up to date." She has that authoritative tone in her voice, the take-charge tone that Arlett would recognize as her 'Soccer Mom' voice. ((Cha+Leadership, WP!))

Rene Zitas: "Then perhops you should speak to him about his manners. Or he'll likely be your dead friend sooner than you may wish. Threats are not to be made idly."

Michelle Morgan: 5,7,9,9,6,3,

Michelle Morgan: 5,7,9,9,6,3,

Arlett: +frowns to Rene* I have been teling you to CALM DOWN! he's gone through shit today.. like you had it all peace and calm the first time you were chased with guns *roling her eyes, thing blinking and simming to Michelle GOOD*

Terry O'Brian: 7,10,3,8,8,

Terry O'Brian: "I could just drop by later. I am ~not~ spending more time than I have to with HIM."

Terry O'Brian: ((DLP))

Terry O'Brian: "Fine. But I don't promise to be civil."

Rene Zitas: Calmly looks towards the new arrival.

Rene Zitas: The black man is tall and muscular, suggesting he's the active sort. His skin is nearly ebony. Tattoos, black on black creep out from under his collar and across his bald head like wayward shadows. Traces of old scars mark the back of large hands and dot a severe face. Midnight eyes that might very well skewer your soul are hard to meet for very long. His voice is deep and heavily accented. French maybe? Nondescript in garb, he's clean and wears clothes that are both concealing and comfortable.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles. "That's fine." And she walks back into the hotel room with Terry.

Rene Zitas: Still standing at the door, with one hand on the knob, he watches Michelle enter with hysterical boy.

Arlett: *she fidgers but she does move to hug Michelle when she enters*

Terry O'Brian: *he enters, still rather angry, silently*

Michelle Morgan: DD: Wow, here comes sex in a flowing skirt. The woman walking ahead radiates “hippy free love,” and has the body to prove it. Standing about 5’7” and weighing probably around 110-115 pounds, she is one of those people that everyone secretly despises; she looks good without really trying. Her hair, a light honey blonde, hangs free, curling slightly where it ends at the shoulder. She has bright green eyes, filled with an exuberant, rebellious energy. A white tank top covers her from the waist up, with the phrase “Regime change begins at home” silk- screened across it. From the waist down, it’s an ankle-length hunter- green skirt and sandals. Resting over one shoulder is an old backpack, one that’s certainly seen better days. ((Fame 3: Check Who's Who for Details))

Rene Zitas: Closes the door behind the pair and locks it once again.

Michelle Morgan: She moves to Arlett, hugging her. "You okay, sweetie?" A quick look goes to Rene, and a polite smile.

Rene Zitas: His eyes travel appreciatively up and down the woman, then he focuses on her eyes and offers his hand. "Rene Zitas."

Arlett: yea.... just worried.. they wre going balistic on each other

Rene Zitas: ((Rene, regardless of his actions, never raised his voice nor displayed anger in the emotional sense. He's been quite calm and deliberate throughout.))

Arlett: ((he just slaped Terry...*G*))

Arlett: (and say he'll kill him))

Rene Zitas: ((Yes he did. Very calmly. *c*))

Terry O'Brian: ((Terry at least made (thinly) veiled threats *G*))

Michelle Morgan: She sighs, petting Arlett's hair, in an almost motherly way, but also very much a friend and compatroit. She looks at Rene, then shakes his hand. "Michelle Morgan."

Arlett: ((now resutls they were all nice and chit chating! *rolls eyes* - Terry sips tea* oh yea I'll kill you *REne drinks tea* no if I do it first... would you like another craker* Terry* o yes, please.. but I'll kill you first*...))

Rene Zitas: Takes her hand and carries it to his lips, bowing over it. A brief kiss planted. "Madamoiselle."

Terry O'Brian: ((heehee, excellent instand-replay!))

Rene Zitas: ((*ROTFLMAO*))

Arlett: ((*G*))

Michelle Morgan: A grin at him. "A charmer." She nods, then withdraws her hand and looks around. "So. S'up, guys?"

Arlett: *pouting to Rene, sure... he goes all D'Argtana on Michelle*

Rene Zitas: Politely allows the children to rant first.

Terry O'Brian: *crosses his arms silently. He's doing just about everything but saying that he's not here because he wants to be*

Arlett: *sighs* we were chased by tehcnos they both were left off casue we split when I came Terry sais me Johnny wanted to kill a british guy, and then we ran over Rene and come her to talk and they just started puling the macho I have a big dick then you so I'll kill you first shit *frowns at them both*

Michelle Morgan: She smiles a little, somewhat amused at Arlett's description of the later part of the whole thing. "All right. Other opinions?"

Arlett: *she is fuzzing over them both, like if they BOTH were guilty of all the bad day*

Rene Zitas: "De boy was rude."

Terry O'Brian: *he's just staying silent, but certainly not wilting under Arlett's glare. He clearly thinks he's done nothing wrong, and that everyone else has gone crazy*

Michelle Morgan: "All right. Rene says that Terry was rude. Terry?"

Rene Zitas: "So I hit him." Which, of course, is what most any Haitain would to with a rude child.

Arlett: we ain't kids *pouty*

Terry O'Brian: "He did something...I have no idea what...but I sure as hell didn't like how it felt...I have no idea how to describe it, but I didn't like it, he did something to me, and then HE threatened ME. I think rudeness is about the best response he would get under those circumstances, considering that before all that he'd rejected my word as being worthless."

Michelle Morgan: She puts a hand out to Arlett, as if to ask for a moment, then looks to Terry expectantly.

Michelle Morgan: "All right." She looks to Rene. "Can I ask what you did?"

Arlett: *nods to Michelle but adds* REne entropically magiced Terry asking him to swear not to say what he heard here...

Rene Zitas: Both the children pouting now. Delightful.

Rene Zitas: Michelle> "May I inquire as to your tradition, Madamoiselle?"

Terry O'Brian: ((Terry is most definitely not pouting. That would imply annoyance or sadness. He's pissed off. He's got more of a I-should-hurt-you look about him))

Arlett: ((See one kid wetn from fuzzy to pouting and the other *points to Terry* is stil fuzzy))

Rene Zitas: ((Pouting by Rene's interpretation.))

Michelle Morgan: "I'm part of the Cult of Ecstacy."

Rene Zitas: "Ahh, bani Verbena, Ms. Morgan."

Michelle Morgan: A polite nod. "Honored to meet a member of such a long and storied Tradition. Now, as to what you performed on Terry, if I may ask?"

Rene Zitas: "The undeclared boy was privy to information not for the untutored." Glances at Arelet in disapproval for speaking openly before the boy. "So I bound him to swear to keep what he has heard silent. He agreed. An oath is meaningless without consequences for breaking it, oui?"

Arlett: *shakes head* he ain't knows MUCh but we explaining things to him.. dha! I aint daft ya know?

Rene Zitas: Casts glittering black eyes on Arlett. "Dat child, is a matter of opinion."

Terry O'Brian: "Now you shut the hell up. Insulting me is one thing. But Arlett here has bent over backwards to point out danger to you that you weren't aware of and trying to make nice. Now you apologize to her."

Arlett: *rolls eyes* like ya know enough not even knowin of the technos

Michelle Morgan: "Rene. Please. I think we can remain civil for the moment?" She smiles to him, and looks to Arlett. "Arlett, sweetie, you're not daft. Just...give me a minute."