Spitfire: He laughs "You'd be amazed howe many have said that to me. Call me, Gunther has my number I want to meet he higher ups anyway." He scowls not use to this at all "Sorry about leaving your ass out, fucking lost it there."

Sady: ~She blinks. Just once~ Where tha fuck is he?

Teri Jensen: *Brow arching, just a bit, quiet as she watches Sady intently*

Spitfire: A raised eyebrow He went back out from my place last night, said he was going your way, mentioned fucking home anyhow."

Spitfire: (("He went))

Sady: ~Her eyes narrow, peering at him~ Ya ain't seen 'im since? ~She finally reaches up and straightens her jacket from their run in, the scowl deepening on her face~

Spitfire: He snakes his head "Nope, left fucking early to." He looks to Tewri then back to Sady "He is a big fucker, you can't have lost him?"

Spitfire: ((Snakes=shakes *God bad spelling tonight! my apologises*))

Teri Jensen: Dumb fucker. Probably lost himself. *Half muttered as she scowls*

Sady: He didn't come home last night. An I can't get 'im on tha phone. He said 'e was goin somewhere but I can't member what tha hell 'e said an now I can't find 'im. ~Her lips purse, eyes flickering with that odd emotion for the mouthy little thing. She looks away again, eyes narrowing to tiny slits~

Sady: ~Her eyes slowly slides to Teri, her balled up fists coming out of her pockets~ Ya better check yer girl.

Spitfire: "He mentioned Marcel."

Teri Jensen: *She arches a brow again* He's lucky he's got teeth left, after how he talked to me.

Sady: ~She looks back to Bruce, nods, then turns and starts walking again, pulling her phone from her jacket~

Sady: ~She stops, turning to look back at Teri with a snort~ Did he call ya slut, bitch, cunt, shit like that?

Spitfire: He smiles a little "Yeah he did call her that, he also went a little far Sady. We all have mouths but he can't take an insult so he shouldn't fucking give them."

Sady: That's jus tha way 'e is. Don' like it, then stay tha fuck away from 'im. Where most guys call bitches cutesy fuckin names, he calls 'em names that piss 'em off. He don't understand any different. Ya take a swing at 'im over it, and ya got me ta deal with. Get it?

Teri Jensen: *A half shrug, looking at Bruce again* So. Tree?

Spitfire: His face drops "I like Gunther, an I respect he doesn't want me calling you bitch and the like, so I don't, but when he doesn't respect mine, then it gets nasty. I forgave his ass once, even gave ghim so fuckign tips to help your realationship so how about you back the fuck off...Now! You got my respect but don't fucking push it!"

Spitfire: ((ghim so fuckign=him some fucking))

Sady: ~She sneers~ I ain't pushin shit, so go fuck yerself. I'm tellin ya like it is. Now go distract yer little barbie doll with tha pretty lights before she gets 'er panties in a bunch. I gotta german ta go find. ~She turns and tromps away once more~ I'll call ya later.

Spitfire: He scowls the bitch had no respect. "Yeah smell you later Sady!"

Teri Jensen: See what I mean? She fucked her way into a position, and now it's nothing but attitude. *Arm linking in his*

Sady: ~She doesn't look back, the phone already to her ear as she stomps away~

Sady: ((~G~ Character switch. Sady might've been nicer if she wasn't so worried about Gunther. ~LOL~))

Spitfire: "Nah, I think she earned it, but that still doesn't make her the end all be all, I have yet to be stopped in this fucking town, am the fucking Spitfire!"

Ricky Prince: The man stalks his way down the street, sticking to the shadows. The term 'stalks' is appropriate...or perhaps, 'prowls.' Whatever he's doing, it sure as hell isn't walking in what a normal person considers. He's crouched low to the groun, looking around from underneath a baseball cap, sniffing at the air with a deformed sort of nose...something almost like a dog's snout. A new beauty mark for the man.

Twitch: ~Shuffle..... shuffleshuffle..... out of an alley, and into the flow of foot traffic. A little squeak and a hop to the side, the little robe hugging at the wall, narrowly missing being tripped over by a couple of pairs of much taller legs~ ((If anyone needs a description lemme know))

Ricky Prince: ((Same here, with the DD))

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: ((Yes please? ~G~))

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: Caged fury rails behind the blue-green irises in this young man’s face. Maybe 23, 24 years old, with unruly golden-brown hair that ends midway down his neck and covering his ears, he walks with the moves of a predator, stalking his prey...whatever that may be. His face is oddly shaped...his nose is deformed, a bit longer and raised around the sides, almost like a wolf's snout. He has a habit for wearing solid-color or band T-shirts, usually greens and reds or industrial and Goth metal, and a pair of torn. dirty jeans. A pair of fingerless gloves cover his hands. Animals tend to shy away from him, sensing his status at the top of the food chain combined with a sharper instinct then even they possess.

Teri Jensen: Come on, Spitfire. Let's go see the tree. *Giving him a slow smile*

Spitfire: He turns his head slowly to look at her a small curl of the lips "Okay I'll take you to see your tree."

Ricky Prince: He looks up, eyes falling on Spitfire and Teri, and he pauses in his stalk down the street. Lips curl a little, momentarily, as he watches them...more a threatened animal's look then anything like derision.

Twitch: ~Little arms tighten around the bugs bunny doll and the small stuffed wolf in the cloaked arms, and the little lump takes off at a bolt, heading for the big tree, a little extra spring to the step~

Spitfire: d10: Per & Alert: 8,1,9,2,

Spitfire: He walks head looking as he just catches Ricky, he looks about to say something then he notices the look. His eyes half close as his fist balls at his side, You want to hunt me, not fucking likely.

Teri Jensen: *Following his gaze when he tenses, looking Ricky over slowly*

Ricky Prince: The gazes from the two bring a narrowing to his eyes, the curl of his lip returning, peeling back from his teeth in a warning gesture. "The fuck you lookin' at, ese? I ain't done shit to you."

Spitfire: "No you fucking ain't, but you started the fucking looking, see you have had a nose job."

Ricky Prince: "Ha fuckin' ha." He sneers. "See you got a useless growth attached to your hip."

Twitch: ~Tree in sight. An excited squeal, and the nubby little legs double their effort. Brushing past long legs and weaving through people, the little thing bolting........ straight onto a patch of ice. There's a loud squeal of surprise, nubby arms and legs flying out wide, then a belly flop and a lump of robes goes sliding along the sidewalk~

Spitfire: That get a low growl in Spitfire's throat his eyes hardening over as he step forward "Watch your fucking mouth mutt!"

Teri Jensen: *She lets go of his arm, content to let him take care of it, attention grabbed instead by the squeal*

Ricky Prince: He mutters something back in Spanish. Whatever it was, it was hardly a compliment. Fingers flex into a stance like claws, sharp eyes flicking over to Twitch before going back to Teri and Spitfire.

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: ~SP~ "Suck my dick, fucking punk bitch." ((That's what Ricky said to Spitfire. *S*))

Twitch: ~A doll in each hand clenched tightly snap up over the misshapen hood as the little robe skids along the pavement, right at Ricky's legs. The startled little squeal still coming from it's throat~

Spitfire: He half turns looking to where Teri is going but keeping Ricky still well within his vision "Whats your fucking beef big Ricky."

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: ((~G~ Spank ye))

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Athletics: 6,6,7,4,1,

Ricky Prince: He leaps to the side, away from the dimuntive woman sliding at him like a runaway sled with a snarl. His eyes watch her slide by, before looking back to Spitfire. "I ain't trust ya, chico. Yer Chucky's boy, from what I seen, and I dunno what that means for me."

Twitch: ~And......... kersmack. Had the nubby little arms not been covering it's head, that could have been alot more painful when the robe met the wall~

Spitfire: He puts his foot out stopping Twitch and grin "Ricky, Chunky ain't running the show anymore, I'am, went a little to far and had to play the fiddler, he owed the devil a wager."

Twitch: ~Or foot, rather. A grunt, and the beady little eyes peering around the arms up at Spitfire~ Thankth.....

Ricky Prince: His head cocks to the side, curiously regarding the man. "Ya iced 'im?"

Joshua Coil: *Walking home from the firing range, alone, in the dark. His gloved hands are tucked into the pockets of his long coat. He walks with a slight lurch, and a hunch to his back. His eyes remain up, alert, but mostly he just looks tired.* ((http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/josh.html))

Twitch: ((~Staples tag~))

Spitfire: Twitch: "Get up T", he then looks to Ricky "You can call him on ice."

Twitch: ((~Tries again~))

Twitch: ~The tiny thing squirms up to it's feet, shaking the robe straight. The hood tilting to Spitfire, then to the man he's talking to~

Ricky Prince: A grunt of ackowledgment...eyes flick over to Joshua, then back to Spitfire. "Then I got one question for ya. Mary-Margaret. She with ya, or not?"

Teri Jensen : *Watching Twitch, head still tilted a bit*

Joshua Coil: *He grunts slightly, noting Ricky's presence, and he straightens. Just a bit. Watching curiously. A fight? Oooh, a FIGHT. Yum.*

Twitch: ~Beady little eyes turn to Teri, the hood tilts, the little robe taking a few steps back, clutching the dolls tightly to it~

Spitfire: "She helped me catch out Chucky. Why? She fucked with you too?"

Spitfire: His eyes flick to Joshua, great all they needed was a fucking audience.

Ricky Prince: "Puta bitch is crazy...no surprise, obviously. But she tried to fuckin' kill me. Where you think I got the nose, a fuckin' plastic surgeon?"

Spitfire: He hooks his belt buckle, the punk standing very much like a cowboy. "I know the bitch is crazy and I'm ready for the double cross, for a bitch thats says she owns Brooklyn she is a scared little girl when you have a rep to back you up...not sure whats to be done with her yet."

Twitch: ~The little hood tilts over at Ricky~ No hay nada mal con su nariz. Es una nariz muy agradable. ~The words all but butchered by the lisp, but still they come~

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: ~SP~ There's nothing wrong with your nose. It's a very nice nose.

Joshua Coil: *He shrugs, and lowers his head again. Still listening. Something to worry about? Maybe.*

Spitfire: ((BRB))

Ricky Prince: He looks to Twitch, head tilting, and he answers her in Spanish before looking up to Spitfire. "Yeah, well, keep 'er ass away from me. Try to kill me once, shame on me. Try to kill me, and end up blowin in the wind."

Joshua Coil: *He growls slightly, and walks past. Done. Over with, and no fight. Dammit all.*

Spitfire: "Hey she comes at you again do what you have to do."

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "Thanks. Most find it ugly, but it's good to know someone don't."

Twitch: ~The little hood turns to face him, rattling off more spanish at Ricky, the tone bordering between amused and friendly~

Ricky Prince: "That's my plan." He nods to Spitfire, eyes tracking Joshua as he walks past. Whether he considers the man friend or foe, hard to tell. "Hey, Coil."

Spitfire: He looks to Joshua as he walks off the growl getting his attention more than anything else

Joshua Coil: *He looks up slightly, again, with a grunt. And when he speaks, the world wishes he wouldn't.* Hello, Mr. Prince.

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: Look at me. I find beauty in what most call monstrous and ugly. Hey, if you're going to eat him, can I watch? He's dumb as a brick and has the tact of a meat cleaver for a butter knife.

Twitch: ~The little hood turns to watch Spitfire leaving, then tilts to Teri again curiously~

Twitch: ((~takes white out, covers leaving, scribbles in "for a moment"~))

Joshua Coil: ((The worst part about that is, it'll cover a different word every time you refresh!))

Ricky Prince: He gives a vicious sort of snicker and answers Twitch in Spanish, before looking back to Joshua. "Rough night at work, or easy? I'm due there in a bit."

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "I might. We'll see. And sure, you can watch."

Joshua Coil: I apologize, for my hesitation, *he says, his voice a jarred, choked growl. He cants his head, the scar across his throat moving with his adam's apple.* I thought, perhaps, there was about to be some tension here.

Twitch: ((~Blinks~ Damn.... I did it again. ~Snickers~))

Joshua Coil: I'm off now. It's been slow. I stopped off at the firing range to hone my skills. Now I'm off to do family business.

Spitfire: He looks to Teri and Twitch then back to Joshua and Ricky. Teri "Hey baby, you know short stuff."

Twitch: ~The beady little eyes turn back to Ricky, lighting up happily. A look to Spitfire, a little burst of snickers, and the little lump shuffles towards Ricky, speaking again~

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: I'm Twitch. What's your name?

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "Ricky."

Ricky Prince: "Ricky," he says to Twitch, before looking to Joshua. "Cool. Don't do anythin' I wouldn't do. Or most of the shit I would."

Joshua Coil: *His head swivels, to Spitfire, and then to the girls. Back to Ricky.* Friends of yours?

Twitch: ~A little nod, the gnarled little hands clutching at the stuffed animals, then a toothy grin up at the big scary man, and a look over to his friend, then over to Spitfire and Teri yet again~

Joshua Coil: *He looks curious at the big smile. He frowns, and sniffs at her.*

Spitfire: ((I think we lost Bunny just so you know))

Ricky Prince: "Associates." He shrugs a little. "He's an ass, and she's...well, based on the way she looks, ya make yer own guess. Don't wanna be rude to 'er, or some shit." He leers at Teri, then looks back to Joshua. "This one seems cool." Jerking his head toward the tiny Twitch.

Twitch: ~Beady little eyes blink at Josh, lumpy little body taking a couple of steps back away from him~

Spitfire: He rolls his eyes and turns arm going around Teri's shoulders as he stomps away with her.

Joshua Coil: *He blinks at that.* Okay, *he says with a slight shrug.* Hello.

Twitch: ~The hood turns, watching Teri and Spitfire, then looks back to Ricky and Joshua, a nodding hood to Josh~ hi.... Yew won't eat me wiw yew? ~The little thing smelling heavily of sewer sludge and salt~

Joshua Coil: I'm not intending to. You don't look ripe yet, *he says calmly.*

Spitfire: ((Thanks for the scene guys and gals *hugs*))

Ricky Prince: "Yer fine," he mutters to Twitch with a grin. "Ya ain't look like a steak er coffee."

Ricky Prince: ((Thanks, man! *Hugs*))

Joshua Coil: ((*L* Sorry we didn't get to fight... I've been TRYING...))

Twitch: Thith ith ath wipe ath it getth big man. Thowwy. ~Another toothy grin up at him, stuffed animals planting on what should be hips in comparison to the size of the robe~

Joshua Coil: Or that, *he agrees.* Speaking of which, I should probably grab one. Coffee, I mean, before going back to work.

Twitch: ((~LIX a Judas~ Thanks sweetie ~S~))

Twitch: No... But I could get yew thome if yew ith hungwy. ~A confident little nod~

Ricky Prince: A snicker at their banter.

Joshua Coil: *He shrugs.* I'll get something to eat on the way. Thanks for the offer. Err. Little. Person.

Twitch: ~The wolf gets stuffed under the left arm with the bugs bunny doll and the gnarled, thick and yellowed nailed right hand comes up~ Twitth. Nithe tew meet yew.

Joshua Coil: *He watches all those stuffed animals. And he looks down to the hand. He takes it, trying to restrain his grip as much as possible.* Joshua.

Twitch: ~The grip he gets it's average. Nothing impressive, that's for sure. The beady little eyes look between the two of them for a moment~

Ricky Prince: He takes a lean against the wall, pulling out a cigarette and putting it in his lips. He flicks his Zippo, far from him, and carefully brings it to his face, lighting it.

Joshua Coil: We work together, *he explains, perhaps misunderstanding.*

Twitch: ~The eyes dart to Ricky, the gnarled hand drawing back and taking hold of the wolf once more, quickly looking back to Josh~

Twitch: ~The hood tilts at him~ I kinda figewed that out. ~A nervous little snicker up at him~ What dew yew dew?

Ricky Prince: "Yep." The zippo is snapped shut, extinguishing it, and he slips it into his pocket. "Regular office pals, eh Coil?" A little smirk to the man.

Joshua Coil: *He looks ot the wolf stuffed animal as well. He lets out a slight grunt, and he turns.* I've got to go.

Joshua Coil: *He looks over to Ricky.* Well, I figure we haven't gotten into a fight yet. So at least there's that.

Twitch: ~The little face falls, then a shrug~ I can go if yew two need tew tawk. ~The little robe turns and shuffles towards the big tree~

Ricky Prince: "There is that." He nods. "Catch ya later, hommes."

Ricky Prince: "Naah." He looks to Twitch. "We ain't got nothin' much ta talk about, I don't think. Work's been slow, an' that's about all I needed ta know."

Joshua Coil: No, it... *He sighs, as the little hooded girl goes away.* I have to do a bit more work before I can go home. So maybe I'll see you around.

Twitch: ~The little robe pauses, then glances back at the two. Beady eyes watch them warily for a moment, then brighten~ Hey! Maybe yew guyth can hewp me wif my wowk. Thith time of yeaw it getth weewy thwoaw foaw me tew.

Joshua Coil: I guess... it depends on what your work IS, *he murmurs.*

Twitch: I make thekewity and put it in peepowth pwaytheth they hiew me foaw. But wite now thewe ith no wowk. Maybe yew know thomeone that needth thome?

Ricky Prince: "What he said." He watches Twitch, exhaling a drag of smoke. Almost looks like his breath is steaming in the air, like most people.

Joshua Coil: *He pauses. This is harder than interpreting Ita, dammit.* I... uhh... I'll see what I can do.

Ricky Prince: "I'll ask around," he says with a shrug. "Never know."

Twitch: ~A little hop, the robe shuffling back to the two~ Weewy? That'd be gweat! I'm getting weewy boawded and motht of my fwendth awen't awound anymoaw. Weatht... I can't find them. ~A little shrug~ Mithtew Bobo wiketh to go off on hith own awot tho I'm uthuawwy thtuck by mythewf. ~The little hood starts nodding~

Joshua Coil: *He turns his head to Ricky, and his eyes widen. He mouths 'what did she say?'*

Joshua Coil: *He turns his head to Ricky, and his eyes widen. He mouths 'what did she say?'*

Ricky Prince: "Mister Bobo?" He cocks his head to the side. "The fuck's Mister Bobo?"

Ricky Prince: Joshua gets a grin, and a shrug.

Twitch: My wat. He wattheth thingth foawa me.

Joshua Coil: *He frowns, confusedly.* Okay. I think I really should go.

Twitch: Ok. Yew want my numbew tho yew can caw me if yew find wowk?

Ricky Prince: "Ahh, o' course." Her rat. He chuckles and shakes his head.

Joshua Coil: I... sure. I should. *He pulls his cell phone off of his hip. A brief scanning through the missed calls, and he nods.* Okay. Go ahead.

Twitch: ~The number gets rattled off slowly, to make sure it comes out as clearly as possible. Then a big grin to both of them~

Joshua Coil: You need mine too so you don't think it's a crank call? I've been told my voice sounds odd on the phone.

Twitch: ~Little hand disappears into the robe with a nod, then a cell phone is produced. It gets opened up, and set up for his number~

Karyan: *strolls down the street calmly. tailored, bland suit covered by a tailored, bland coat. wearing a bland hat and bland gloves. bland face composed under the hat's low brim. bland heels clicking gently onthe sidewalk. here comes miss average in business attire*

Joshua Coil: *He of course spouts out his number easily. There are some things one must never forget. A cup of coffee in the morning and a cell phone.*

Twitch: ~The number gets entered, then the phone is tucked away. A little hop, and a big smile up at him~ Yew be thafe now, ok?

Ricky Prince: He glances over at Karyan as she comes up, brow raising with some interest. A growl escapes, notifying others of the approaching woman.

Joshua Coil: *His head swivels quickly. Nostrils flare.*

Karyan: *hmm. two semi-familiar faces. now, wherever does she know them? the large fellow talking to the unknown microbe--she'sseen him quite recently. she does not allow her thoughts to cross her serene face*

Twitch: ~The little hood turns to look at Ricky, then to the woman approaching. The lump shuffles quickly behind the two men, tugging the hood down~

Karyan: *ah. the Club. nods to Joshua with a small, composed smile. when she's close enough* good evening.

Joshua Coil: Evening, *he says, his voice an unpleasant mess.*

Karyan: how are you this evening? *tilts her head. perfectly calm despite his unmusical tone* i beleive i've seen you at the Club, although i don't believe we've actually met. i work in the offices. i'm Karyan. *glances to Ricky swiftly. WHERE has she seen him before. Twitch seems to want to hide. ergo, she doesn't drop her dignity to peer about looking for the little thing*

Ricky Prince: "Hola." A gruff nod to Karyan. She works at the club...but he's also heard rumors about who she used to work for. So it's a strange sort of wary kinship in his regard for her.

Joshua Coil: Security, *he says with a shrug.*

Karyan: *nods politely back to Ricky* hello, sir.

Karyan: *nods to Joshua* so i've seen. *chuckles, very softly* you're a good security man.

Twitch: ~Beady little eyes peer around from behind Ricky's legs at the woman, then duck away again~

Joshua Coil: You fix a gun well, *he says with a calm eye.* Haven't missed since you recalibrated her.

Karyan: *arches an eyebrow mildly at the disappearing eyeballs. odd little creature. she's seen odder. nothing to worry about unless it attacks*

Ricky Prince: Eyes between his co-workers, then back to Twitch. He drops to a crouch, trying to do so without sitting on the little one, and murmurs quietly to her in Spanish.

Karyan: *a slightly more real smile* thank you, sir. i do enjoy working with high-quality firearms. if you've others you'd like looked over, do let me know.

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "You okay?"

Twitch: ~A little shrug, and a whisper to him in like language~

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: The last person that looked normal like her that saw me freaked out and ran away screaming. I don't want to scare her away too.

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "She ain't normal...far from it. She's like us, only Neutral."

Ricky Prince: He murmurs back to the little thing.

Twitch: ~He gets a curious look at that bit of news, the beady eyes peering around him at the woman, then to Ricky again. More whispering~

Karyan: *looks down at the little one curiously* mmm?

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: What families is everyone from? And what teams?

Twitch: ~The nose wiggles at her, and a hesitant smile, sending the bone spike through it's little nose waggling like a moustache~

Joshua Coil: I'll think about it, *he says calmly. His head swivels back to the two. Not a lick of Spanish spoken by him.*

Karyan: *a soft chuckle, and smiles to the little one* i assume you heard my name. what is yours? *nods to Josh* very good, then. i work most evenings. i'm sure yoiu know what office i work out of.

Twitch: Twitth. Nithe tew meet yew. ~The hood tilts at her~

Karyan: it's a pleasure to meet you as well, Twitch. *she actually sounds as if she means it, offering a gloved hand*

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "I'm Gangrel, for course. Ain't know what she clan she's from...Coil's a Lupine. They both work fo eh Concerto...so do I. Don't tell them I toldja this shit, either.

Ricky Prince: Another quiet sentance of Spanish to Twicth.

Twitch: ~A gnarled, grotesque little hand reaches up and takes the offer, shaking it briefly and giving her a smile~ Yew wowk in thekuwity too? ~Then a look to Ricky and a blink. She looks down at her dolls, then to Ricky and whispers again~

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: My friend that gave me the wolf was one of him. Maybe he knows what happened to my fiend? He's missing.

Karyan: *chuckles* no, i work on the money end of things. as a security person, i make a very good cook.

Ricky Prince: He shrugs to Twitch with a quick grumbling.

Ricky Prince -> Twitch: "Might. Don't ask him here, though. Be too obvious I told ya."

Twitch: ~A nod to Karyan, and then to Ricky, each in turn. Then a smile~ OH! Can yew make good pithgetti? With wotth of tthunkth?

Karyan: *blinks, then chuckles softly* not really. that comment meant that i'm justvery, very bad at security. *ponders, tapping her chin a moment* i can find a good recipe for itif you'd like one. if Mr. Coil doesn'tmind, i can give it to him to give to you? *raises her eyebrow at Twitch again*

Joshua Coil: I don't see a problem with that. But perhaps you'd be interested in iss Twitch's business.

Joshua Coil: (('iss' being 'Miss'.))

Twitch: ~Hands stuff the toys into the robe, then little arms wrap around Ricky's leg~ Ohhhhhh......

Karyan: *tilts her head to Joshua, allowing curiousity to faintly color her voice and face* oh? and what might that be? *a smile for both of them*

Twitch: I can't cook whewe I wive. Too many tothik foomth. But thankth foaw the offew.

Joshua Coil: *Oh God, she had to ASK. He pauses, trying to translate what Twitch had said, in his head. It is a slow process.* Why don't I let Miss Twitch describe it to you? I am not good with words. *Good one!*

Karyan: ah. *nods to Twitch* then, should i find anywhere with particularly good spaghetti, i'll make a point of noting it for you. is that acceptable? *not that she'd know good sketti if it curled up in her lap*

Twitch: Thekuwity. I make and inthtaw thythtemth. ~A sage nod~

Twitch: ~Another nod, and a smile~ Thank yew.

Karyan: *nods to Joshua* all right. Miss Twitch, if you would care to elaborate? *head tilting slightly again*

Ricky Prince: He's just standing there, leaning against the wall, not seeming to mind the fact that there's a little thing attacked to his leg. He chain-lights a new cigarette off the old one, watching and listening. Eyes flick around the vicinity every once in a while, scanning the street for potential threats.

Karyan: *both brows raise to Twitch* truly? hmm. then perhaps i would have an interest in your work. *a smile* perhaps, i might give you my card and we can arrange a discussion of this at some point? i'd like a better security system for my own place. ((*shoves last post before Twitch's explanation*))

Twitch: Camewath, mothon detektewth, awawmth, thtuff wike that.

Twitch: ~Nods~ That'd be good. Wowk ith thwow thith time of yeaw.

Karyan: *considers* cameras, i wouldn'tneed. but motion detectors and alarms would be very nice. what are your rates?

Joshua Coil: Trust and the Spirit of Christmas abound, *he mutters.* No less muggings around Queens, though.

Karyan: *opens up her briefcase to take out a card and an electronic address book* then, here is my card. may i have your number as well, please?

Twitch: Cotht of thupwithe, that'th it. I make no pwofitth.

Karyan: *chuckles to Josh* true enough. fools and their money are soon parted--particularly when the parter happens to have a club, gun, or knife.

Twitch: ~A nod to Joshua, then a look to Karyan, as the number is repeated, just as it was with Josh. Slowly and as clearly as possible~

Joshua Coil: *He mutters 'thupwithe' aloud a couple of time,s trying to translate it.*

Karyan: *thatgets ablink* no profit? whyever not? *attempts to wrap her mind around that one. square peg, round hole....*

Ricky Prince: "Yeah, happy fuckin' holidays, eh?" He smirks Joshua's way.

Ricky Prince: A lean over toward Joshua, and he mutters. "Supplies."

Twitch: I have no uthe foaw it. ~A little shrug and a tilt of the hood~

Joshua Coil: OH, *he says, his eyes widening.* Thank you.

Twitch: ~The card is tucked away into the robe, beady little eyes looking amusedly over at Ricky and Joshua~

Ricky Prince: "De nada."

Karyan: *blinks again at Twitch. so not getting it* ah.....that's an interesting philosophy to hold. *manages to get a smile past the shellshocked look.no PROFIT? what??*

Twitch: ~The eyes go back to Karyan, a smalll giggle and a shrug~

Twitch: d10: per + emp: 2,4,3,3,3,

Ricky Prince: ((*Applauds* Nicely done!))

Twitch: ((~bows~ Thank you....... thank you.....))

Karyan: *G* no ones! that's a goooood thing!)) *blinks several more times. slowly recovering.* well, i think i can afford the best quality of whatever supplies you need, Miss Twitch*

Twitch: ~The little eyes go big, and quickly look at Ricky, the little hood leaning in to whisper~

Joshua Coil: I don't put alarms up, *he says calmly.* If someone breaks in, they deal with me. It seems to be enough. *He yawns.* Okay. Must get coffee, and get going. Work to do.

Ricky Prince: He leans down to listen.

Twitch -> Ricky Prince: Would I report to them if I have a problem with a freaky person that I know isn't one of us but is something?

Karyan: *chuckles to Josh* you're quite a bit larger than i am, though. have a good evening, Mr. Coil.

Joshua Coil: You too, *he says, with a nod. A look over to Ricky, and almost disappointment. Not enough fighting. He turns, and walks away.*

Twitch: ~The hood turns to Karyan and the little thing smiles~ Whatevew yew want I can dew. ~A nod~ And I give yew bwoopwintth to awe of it tho yew know how it wowkth too. ~The hood tilts to Josh, a nod and a smile to him~ Be thafe.

Ricky Prince: "Yeah." He nods. "They'd be the ones."

Karyan: *nods serenely to Twitch, with a smile* i can understand basic blueprints, i think. i'd like those, yes. i'm afraid i must be goingmyself, though. *chuckles softly* i've several personal accounts to look over this evening still.

Ricky Prince: He looks up to Joshua and gives an upward tilt to his chin. "Hasta."

Twitch: ~One elongated tooth pokes at her lip~ Wait! um.... thewe'th.... I have to wepowt thomethingth. Can I wawk yew thewe?

Karyan: *blinks slowly to Twitch* part of the way, at least. i'm going to the Club to work on the accounts. *a small smile*

Twitch: Wew... thewe'th thith wady. And thee keepth twying to catth me. And thee mewted my caw, and thot at me, and wunth awound naked and awe covewed with wiewth.

Ricky Prince: He grunts a little. "I better head off...gotta go find dinner 'fore I get to work."

Twitch: ~The little bundle lets go of Ricky's leg and nods, waving to him~ Be thafe

Karyan: *eyes widen slightly* goodness! that doesn't sound pleasant at all. perhaps, this once, you should consider taking on some profit to at least aquire a new car.....come along, then, if you like. *smiles softly*

Ricky Prince: "I try." He smirks a little. "Dangerous times for our kinda folk. Beunos nochas, chicas." A nod to them both, and he heads off.

Karyan: good evening, sir. *a small smile to Ricky and a nod. begins to head twoard the club*

Ricky Prince: ((Tankee for de scene!))

Karyan: ((*snug* thank you. *G*))

Twitch: ~A little wave to Ricky, and shuffling over next to Karyan~ Nah. My fwend ith going to buiwd me a new one. It wath a thpethawwy made caw. I twied to tew him not tew, but I don't think he'th going to withen tew me.

Twitch: ((Thanks babe! ~Hugs N lix~))