Ricky Prince [Night]: He stalks his way into Battery Park, scratching at the back of his right hand through the fabric of his fingerless gloves. The feral man is in a fairly good mood, considering he's got half of the undead population in the metropolitan area likely gunning for his ass, a vicious little smirk on his face as he walks along the main path.

Micah Carrington: After running home from work for a quick change of clothes, Micah finds himself meandering through the park, a lit clove dangling from his full lips, his mind a million miles away. He's dressed comfortably in jeans and a heavy black sweater, black fingerless gloves and heavy combat boots. His wide green eyes behind the narrow silver frames of his glasses are lined artfully with black kohl and black laquere glistens on the tips of his slender fingers.

Ricky Prince [Night]: ((DD: 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. 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.))

Micah Carrington: d10: per alert: 8,2,5,7,

Micah Carrington: Glancing around idly, Micah makes his way towards one of the benches and settles on it, tucking a leg beneath him as he takes a long drag off the clove.

Ricky Prince [Night]: d10: Per+Alrt-Acute Smell: 8,7,6,4,1,

Discard: Viewed from the side or back, she is every inch a New York vagrant. A large green winter jacket covers her torso, and from it bunched-up, dirty jeans drape over a beat-up pair of sneakers. Little seems unusual about her initially; her build is slight but muscular, and perhaps that hood is a little bit large for somebody that size. Her face, however, is what draws attention. A number of different races mix together in her visage, forming an exotic and primal painting that immediately draws the eye. Large brown eyes look out from under her hood, her nose is flat and small, and full, expressive lips complete the unusual ensemble. Her skin is a rich coffee tone, but so little peeks out from under all the clothing that her unusual beauty is generally overlooked.

Ricky Prince [Night]: He glances over, as he picks up a familiar scent, and grins a little at the sight of Micah. He alters his course, approaching the boy with a smirk on his face. "Hola, chico S'up? Ain't seen you in a while..."

Micah Carrington: "Hola, Ricky. Sup hot stuff?" Chuckling he rolls gracefully to his feet, free hand sliding back through his curls as he watches the other approach with a slow, lazy smile.

Discard: Discard walks down the wet park path, her hands stuffed in the pockets of the winter coat and big brown eyes peering out from the shelter of the hood. She's partly scanning the area, but also just taking in the sight of it...

Discard: d10: per+alert: 3,7,6,7,7,

Ricky Prince [Night]: He shrugs, glancing over at Discard from a distance, maybe just a little paranoid, then back to Micah. "Nahmuch. Fuckin' over my peeps, tryin' ta duck an weave 'round 'em. You?"

Micah Carrington: "Trying to stay out of trouble." A pause as he follows Ricky's glance, eyes narrowing slightly. Shrugging he looks back up at the man.

Discard: Discard slows a little bit, seeing Micah from a distance. She squints a bit, reading the body language of the two.

Discard: d10: per+empathy: 3,5,2,4,

Ricky Prince [Night]: "Tryin', or succeedin'?" He grins. "Been wonderin' what happened to ya since ya split from the Concerto...ain't heard much a' yer ass since then, outside a' rumor here and there."

Snow: ((Might I inquire where people are at this moment in the park? ))

Discard: She doesn't seem to be able to glean a dynamic. The man she doesn't know has fairly obvious body language, though... he's may be dangerous. She considers just avoiding Micah for the time being.

Micah Carrington: "Trying. Still working on the succeeding part. Gotta be careful. Last thing I need is either Aerin or Josh coming down on me." He chuckles and leans forward, straightening Ricky's shirt just as an excuse to touch the man playfully. "Ooh? Rumors? Of me?"

Micah Carrington: ((By a bench!))

Ricky Prince [Night]: ((A bench near one of the main pathways...right near the Lawn, I'd imagine, unless anyone has another idea.))

Discard: (( near that bench. ))

Ricky Prince [Night]: "Yeah, like you probably don't know," he says with a chuckle. When Micah leans forward to touch him, he takes a step back, instinctively, away from the boy.

Discard: After staying at her slow pace for a little while, she decides to speed up to a normal one. She'll pass the guys. She'll say hey and she'll move on. Can't fault her for that.

Micah Carrington: He arches a brow at Ricky and takes a slow, gliding step forward, something sparking in his wide eyes. "Don't like being touched, Ricky?"

Snow: There is of course the standard bun wandering around looking throughthe trash cans. Even some curled up on various benches around the lawn ares. The lighting around Battery, is only so-so as there is lights out here and there, Some of the memorials aren't even light up, Some of them are. There is even the occasional groaning couple amongst the trees and bushes.

Ricky Prince [Night]: "Let's just say, we ain't at that particular level of trust yet." His eyes narrow a little, and he glances over at Discard once more as she comes closer.

Micah Carrington: d10: per alert: 2,2,7,3,

Micah Carrington: And Micah right now has eyes only for the other man. He chuckles softly and idly strips the cherry from his clove, tucking the butt into his pocket. The tip of his tongue flicks over his lips and he cants his head to oneside, drawing his neck in a clean, smooth line.

Ricky Prince [Night]: A low growl escapes Ricky's lips, which curl up a little into a sneer. "Yer a fuckin' tease, puta. Ya know I ain't gonna do anything, either here in Battery or anywhere else, 'causa the Treaty. Yer just tryin t' get me riled up."

Discard: She's only a few paces away, now, just another person in the park walking down the path, not really acknowledging the homoerotic teasing.

Micah Carrington: He laughs softly and trails fingers down his throat as he straightens his head, drawing attention to the slow, easy beat of his heart just beneath the soft skin at the hollow. "I wanna play, Ricky."

Snow: Someone pushing a three wheeled shopping cart, that looks to have seen better days, A knit cap is pulled down over their hair, the unshaven look of a man who has been down on his luck. He had a blanket over his shoulders against the cold of the night, eyes downcast. He passes the group by stopping at a trashcan to look through it.

Ricky Prince [Night]: "Oh, you wanna play, eh, ese?" He looks over to Discard, then behind him to the bum, the growl returning...he's practically boxed in. This isn't looking good for his temperament...he looks up to the moon. Fuck. "You know damn well we can't do any 'playin'.' Not like I play."

Micah Carrington: He watches Ricky and then glances around again slowly, eyes settling on Discard. "Hey, Discard."

Discard: Discard breezes by. "Hey Micah," She says casually, a little smile on her face. She gives the bum a quick glance, but little more.

Snow: Ahead on the path a couple look like they are getting really cosy, the man is loud and obscene, but she doesn't take any mind of it. They head down the path leading to the Coast Guard Memorial and the Admeral George Dewey Memorial.

Ricky Prince [Night]: Discard? What kinda fucked-up name is Discard? He gives Discard another look, grunting in greeting to her. "Hola."

Micah Carrington: "Hey, Dis...You may wanna hook up with Joshie sometime. He could probably use a friend."

Discard: "Hey," she says to the edgy-looking guy. "I was hoping to find him at some point," she then says to Micah. Something happen?"

Micah Carrington: "Me," he says softly, tongue flicking over his lips as he looks away.

Snow: The bum finishes his look through of the trashcan. Someone walks up to him, they have a few words, the bum shakes his head as he heads back off. Looking over his shoulder.

Discard: There's a pause. "Again?" Discard says in a neutral, casual voice.

Ricky Prince [Night]: He takes the opportunity for the exchange between Micah & Discard to step away, looking around. The sounds and sights in this particular morning are distracting him, and that's probably a good thing. Means he doesn't turn into a rampaging thing.

Micah Carrington: He arches his brow, something unfriendly sliding through his eyes. "Oh, see. You were gone. You missed all the fun. Talk to Josh. He'll explain."

Snow: ((Everyone can roll me a Per+alertness hearing oriented))

Discard: "Okay," Discard says, then starts walking again, her eyes scanning the other passers-by.

Ricky Prince [Night]: d10: Per+Alertness: 9,8,3,4,1,

Micah Carrington: d10: per+alert: 3,8,5,7,

Micah Carrington: Micah gives himself a shake and rolls his shoulders slowly, teeth nipping hard at his bottom lip as he turns his eyes back to Ricky.

Discard: d10: per+alert: 5,5,5,5,8,

Snow: Discard and Ricky hear it last, it reaches Micah's ears first, a womans scream rents the air, although it still sounds a bit aways from them, but deeper inside of the park.

Micah Carrington: His brow arches and he loosens the back of his shirt, moving towards the sound quickly.

Ricky Prince [Night]: His eyes shoot in the direction of the scream. Someone's in trouble...maybe he can kill whoever's caused the scream. With the hope of impending carnage in his ear, he breaks off in a dead run. ((Blood to Dex))

Discard: Discard halts as soon as she hears the noise, then bounds in its direction.

Ricky Prince [Night]: d10: Dex+Athletics: 8,10,6,7,6,3,

Micah Carrington: He rolls his eyes as they bolt blindly towards the noise and follows.

Micah Carrington: d10: dex+athl: 1,6,4,10,6,4,2,

Snow: They all take off, Ricky seems to be moving quite quickly in the direction the screme came from. A woman short black mini skirt, heals, white shirt and leather jacket is running up the path from the coast Guard Memorial. terrifyed.

Discard: d10: dex+ath: 7,7,2,3,4,

Ricky Prince [Night]: Fuck the woman. He's after the prey. He bolts right by her, toward the Memorial ((Blood to Dex))

Micah Carrington: Micah slows and approaches the woman carefully, hands held out in what he hopes is a soothing manner. "Miss?"

Snow: One last roll. And then Ricky needs to roll me a perception alertness.))

Discard: d10: dex+ath: 3,6,9,1,2,

Snow: The woman her eyes wide in fright, a broken heal, clasps her jack to her and backs away from Micah as if he might do something to her.

Discard: (( pleh. ))

Ricky Prince [Night]: d10: Dex+Athletics: 6,7,6,7,4,1,10,

Micah Carrington: "Its okay, ma'am," he murmurs, voice soft and low. "C'mon...Lets go over where there's more light and I'll get you some help okay?"

Ricky Prince [Night]: d10: Per+Alrt-Acute Smell: 3,3,10,3,4,

Snow: Ricky is running like a bat out of hell trying to find the cause of the scream, but it isn;t the sounds of the man retching, and sobbing like a baby, it is one other thing, something very familiar to him, like a lust that draws him to it. ((Self control Ricky))

Discard: Discard, behind Ricky, keeps an eye on him. He is acting very odd.

Micah Carrington: ((their connection seems to have failed them))

Snow: The woman her eyes wide. "Stay away from me.....You.,...you could have done that for all i know. I will scream i swear it." she clumsily backs away doing her best to stay away from Micah and out of reach.

Snow: ((*Curses our connection* sorry about that))

Micah Carrington: "Done what," he asks, pulling his cell phone slowly and setting it down as he backs away.

Ricky Prince: d10: Instinct (WP): 7,2,

Discard: Discard freezes in midair comically, hanging frozen in time until Ravyn manages to make it back.

Snow: Ricky manages to stave off the lust. But the sight that meets him when he approaches is one of utter hidiousness. There laying on the ground by the Admiral George Dewey Memorial, is a large bacl trashbag. There is enough light from a light a bit aways, the sack has been torn open.

Snow: Blood pours from the tear in the bag, running out as if it was water, coating the walkway with it.

Discard: Discard reaches the scene and her eyes widen upon seeing the bag. She quickly looks around for anything that might be important.

Ricky Prince: He skids to a stop, suppressing the urge to go crazy on it, at least momentarily. Oh, SHIT. "CHICO! I need some help over here!" From the sounds of the snarl rising in his throat, he's coming VERY close to losing it.

Snow: A shiver runs through the woman whi is still backing away she doesn't look to even want to stick around. "The bag of blood."

Discard: d10: per+alert: 7,5,8,6,9,

Ricky Prince: d10: Instinct: 1,5,

Micah Carrington: "Oh fuck." A pause. "Run. Run like hell...Just go home. I'll take care of it," he says, darting forward to grab his phone before pelting off after Rico. "HANG ON, ESE!"

Ricky Prince: ((WP spent to avoid effects of frenzy for a turn))

Micah Carrington: d10: dex+athl: 3,10,10,10,5,3,1,

Snow: The woman doesn;t hesitate as she runs as fast as her broken shoes will carry her.

Discard: Discard's eyes flicker about, then stop on Ricky, watching the man clearly fighting down some kind of rage.

Snow: There seems to be a few more people, that Discard can see headding in their general direction being brought around by the scream. Several "Oh My God's." The man who was retching is laying on the ground passed out. A few people run off after seeing the scene.

Snow: The blood continues to pour out from the bag, like an unending supply of it.

Ricky Prince: His face lights up in a vicious snarl, lips curled back from obviously bared fangs. He bites off a howl midway through and turns to run away from the bag o' blood.

Micah Carrington: "Ricky," he calls, slowing as the other turns to run.

Ricky Prince: ((Blood Point to Celerity; hell, he already breached the Masquerade, why not?))

Discard: Discard's eyes narrow as she watches Ricky run, then she looks over at the bag of blood. She shouts, "Somebody call the police goddamnit!"

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Athletics: 8,2,8,1,6,4,7,

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Athletics: 7,8,2,9,6,6,3,

Micah Carrington: He watches Ricky bolt and sighs, flipping open his cell and dialing 911.

Ricky Prince: That is one FAST muthafuckin' vampire. He hauls his ass as fast as he can, hoping to the God that doesn't exist that he can get to a safe place to slake his thirst, or that he calms down before he loses his meager control. ((WP to suppress frenzy for a turn))

Snow: It is as if between Ricky's flight and the sight of the blood, there is but three people now around and one of them is currently retching, the other backing away but calling the police as well.

Micah Carrington: "My name's Saidah Rose," he murmurs into the phone, proceeding to give the police a rather succinct description of the bag and the location.

Discard: Discard moves to find a payphone elsewhere, resecuring the hood around her face to ensure that she won't be easily identifiable or recognizeable.

Micah Carrington: He rattles off his cell number easily enough, also adds that he can be contacted at the Concerto.

Ricky Prince: ((Blood to Celerity)) He heads for alleyways, trying to do his best to maintain Masquerade as he moves with preternatural speed, trying to get out of the DMZ.

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Athletics: 9,3,4,2,7,3,3,

Ricky Prince: d10: Dex+Athletics: 8,8,7,9,7,6,2,

Micah Carrington: ((and on that note I should head off...Micah will also leave and head to his hotel.))

Snow: It doesn;t seem that most people are paying attention to Discard besides her giving orders. Micah is asked if he can stay to wait for the police.

Discard: Discard scoots away from the scene of the 'crime' and gets to a payphone.

Snow: Then Micah is asked to make a report to the police when he can.

Discard: She fishes some change out of her pocket, manages to scrounge up enough and calls the Concerto.

Ricky Prince: Outside of the DMZ in record time, he grabs the first person in an alleyway he can find and quite literally throws himself on them, ripping in and feeding.

Snow: Sirens can start to be heard, as they approach the entrance of the park.

Concerto Club -> Discard: Two rings, then the phone picks up. "Concerto Club; this is Jody Yu. How can I help you?" The voice is female, young, incredibly polite and calm, a little soft.

Discard: "Hey, this is Discard. I need to report an incident. There's a bag of blood over in Battery Park that's like gushing all over the place."

Snow: Andf Ricky manages to grab a homeless man in an alleyway, the guy is more in shock as he tears around the corner of the alley than anything, and doesn;t put up a fight at first, or after. Once there is nothing more to get out of the man, and his life has slipped away. The beast seems to have quenched it's thirst, and Ricksy is there holding the limp lifeless body of a homeless bum.

Concerto Club -> Discard: "I see." She's all business, but still polite. "Where in Battery Park is it? Do you know exactly what happened, Ms. Discard?"

Ricky Prince: The red haze goes away, and he looks down at the body, and at the blood covering him. Dammit. He licks the wound shut and then tosses the body away, slumping back against the wall. And then, he looks down at his feet, and the claws poking through his shoes. Fuckin' A.

Discard: "I ain't seen much. A lady screamed by the Memorial... uh, the whatsisface Memorial and I ran over and there was this bag of blood. There was somebody there who ... showed fangs an' ran off, too."

Concerto Club -> Discard: "Vampiric fangs?" A hint of a frown in her voice. "Can you identify the individual, or perhaps what organization they belong to?"

Snow: The police make a bee-line towards the scene of the crime. Some of them a bit out of shape, but oh well. One of the first officers on the scene turns around calling into his radio for backup and a coroner. His partner, doesn;t fare as well, bending over double in a thing of bushes and throws up.

Discard: "Yah, that kind. I dunno 'im." Discard rattles off a brief description of Ricky. "He was talkin' to Micah, who was there too. I think the police are over there... a few people saw it all."

Concerto Club -> Discard: "Understood, Ms. Discard. I will send people down to investigate."

Ricky Prince: He gets up, frowning, and lopes away. These damn new feet are gonna take some getting used to before he can walk normally.

Snow: The semi-stable cop heads towards the last two men on the other side of the memorial, staying away from the crime scene. Both of the men look shaky, one of them hangs up his cell phone, and proceedes to speak withthe police.

Discard: "Thanks."

Concerto Club -> Discard: "No, thank you, Ms. Discard, for reporting it. One side question...I believe the vampire you speak of, I know. I must ask...to your knowledge, was he the instigator of this situation?"

Discard: "I dun think so," Discard replies. "I'm pretty sure he just lost it cuz of all the blood. I don't really blame him, but people saw."

Snow: It seems that no one at this point is attempting to seek out Discard, as she is away from the scene anyways. The two police officers are joined by 3 more and they keep people away from the scene, as well as themselves as well.

Concerto Club -> Discard: "Of course. Again, thank you for the information, Ms. Discard. The Concerto Club is in your debt."

Discard: "Naw, it's cool," Discard replies. "I figure you guys can help a lot better'n I could."

Concerto Club -> Discard: "We will certainly try. Good day, Ms. Discard."

Snow: As the minutes tick by, a crew of several official looking people with the coroners and CSI team comes in. Leaving the cops to talk with the two people left and the now sobbing, having wet himself guy that was the original person there.

Discard: "'kay, see ya." She hangs up. "Huh."

Concerto Club: ((Killing nick...thanks for the scene, guys. *Hugs to Snow and Puppy*))