Ravyn: Battery Cafe. The
site of more interesting events then much of New York City combined. The cold
weath has kept most people away...but what few are out, it seems, have decided
to gravitate to the cafe for warmth and maybe, if they can afford the meager
prices, something to eat.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * The guy
looks a little tired as he wanders into the place. Rbing his hands togeather to
get some feeling back into them he makes his way into the dining area to find a
table, but there are no singles available. He takes a large one instead and
picks up a menue. *
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * A short,
powerfuly built man in his mid to late twenties. Dark skinned and latino with
just a slight barrio accent. The eyes are a deep brown and his hair is black and
buzzed into an high and tight. Two inches over the clavicle there is a vicious
pucker of a scar that dominates the right side of his neck. He is dressed in a
pair of Khaki pants and a black Tee shirt with 1* printed in red over the
cigarette pocket. Over all is a olive green army field jacket. *
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Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn has hurried in to
escape the cold, something she's admittedly less than prepared for at this
particularly ungodly hour. Though there is a coat, it's not as much help as it
could be. The slim jeans, the cropped black hair - it's just not helping much,
frankly, and a fashion model's frame does -nothing- to ward off the chill.
Dara : *cold cold cold is one of the
things definately driving her to the cafe, cold and coffee and...is she wearing
a suit?(a feminine one, but...still....dara in a suit?) yep, nice makeup and
everything, lanyard with her pic about her neck and id for some translation
company place(same as jez works at, forgot teh name), dara whitright written at
the bottom......no piercings in(that can be seen), she heads for the counter to
order a decent sized coffee*
Cherry Matthews: She stumbles, is the word that could be
used to descibe it, into the cafe. She mutters "Mother Fuck, it is cold enough
to freeze cum on a cunt."
She is one of those people you cross the street to avoid, or stare at in pity or
disgust. She might have been pretty if her 'I don't give a fuck' attitude didn't
roll off of her. Standing at 5'5" tall she is pale and thin, almost exceedingly
so, and with the dead haunted look in her pale blue eyes she gives off the
impression of the walking dead. Her stringy blond hair has been dyed in several
different colors, blue green and fuchsia. She has an eyebrow piercing in her
right eyebrow, a piercing in her nose, on the left, a lip piercing on her upper
lip to the right side, and a tongue ring. Wearing hip hugger jeans that could
slide right off her anorexic hips. A long sleeved thermal t-shirt half way
tucked into the jeans, with an over shirt on that had a picture of a woman with
white eyes a 666 on her forhead holding the phone saying. "Hold on I have to
take this it's SATAN!" The t-shirt is black. A large, too big for her winter
coat on, a hat pulled down on her head knit gloved that do not match, and
neither does the two sneakers on her feet. A blind person's cane in hand.
Dara : (if descrip is wanted just pm
me*G*)
Ashlyn Reale: She stands at an easy 5'10",
the kind of willowy, leggy woman the runway was made for. Whether it's in
slender form or her short black hair, there's something beautiful about her.
Almond shaped eyes vary by time and mood and lighting from a pale, washed out
green-blue to a steely grey-blue, full lips, or maybe it's just that composure.
She walks as if every step and every breath were natural, right. She walked with
her head held up, proud but more than that, graceful. No matter what she wore,
she wore it well. Her fingers were long, and that rock on her left ring finger
meant somebody out there cared enough to drop a paycheck or three. No piercings,
no tattoos. Just a slim necklace, with a carved silver ring hanging from it,
often worn on the outside of her shirt. The ring is old, quite possibly an
antique or family heirloom, and she wears it with near irreverence, casual but
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Ravyn: A
couple of what look to be homeless people huddle in a booth near the door, hoods
up over their heads and hands around the cups of coffee they've managed to
spange enough cash for tonight. They look up at the various people as they come
in, looking them over individually. Their attention seems more directed across
the street, though, at the park.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He takes
a few minutes too look over the menu and then closes it again, sliding it to the
edge of the table as well trained eyes move over the rest of the cafe. *
Cherry Matthews: Like she can tell, she sniffs the air,
okay she smalls coffee. Might help. A hunch of her shoulders, a big bag lady bag
under the coak making clinking noises as her shoulders pop several places, a
grin of satisfaction. Does she seem to care that she is getting looks nope. She
moves can going back and for as she makes her way. She takes a seat in the first
available table she doesn't hear noises from, and that there is a seat at. Well
Luis she sits down right with you. "Fuck my tit is gonna be on perma erect."
Ashlyn Reale: Like a bad joke, they all
cluster in to the cafe. The sleepless woman rubs cold fingers over one pale
cheek as she waits in line uneasily, anxious. A glance back now and again notes
the other patrons, occasionally with a small smile of silent greeting. Yes,
despite the hour, the cold, and the dark. She looks determinedly anywhere but at
the park.
Cherry Matthews: ((Oh the typo's*Hangs head in shame*))
Dara : *that coffee when she gets it is
held like precious manna in her hands, black hair held back in a neat updo,
bleach blond streak to either side of her head and her bangs....the coffee
sipped gently with an easing siiiiigh....she moves from the counter slightly,
looking about the place curiously herself*
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He notes
the homeless men and follows their gaze, picking out the top of the white
excavation tent. Oh thats right. They digging up the old fort over there.
Wonder why those dues dont just sneak in. *
Ravyn: One of
the homeless people, a kid, maybe 16 or 17, stifles a chuckle as Cherry says
shit that would make a sailor faint. The other one, older, maybe in his early
thirties, glances to her but pays her no mind, reaching out and smacking the kid
upside the head. "Watch whatcher s'posed ta be watchin'."
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * Hearing
a seat move near him he looks over to Cherry. * " Yeah, take a seat. I dont give
a fuck. "
Ashlyn Reale: The coffee she orders next
from the counter has about six adjectives in front of it. Seriously. And she has
the nerve to ask this as if it weren't freakish. Yes, seriously. She pays and
waits up for it now, hands returning for the moment to her coat pockets.
Cherry Matthews: She sticks a fing of the knit glove into
her mouth, with a grrr she pulls off the glove. Folding up her cane and sitting
on it, that way she knew where it was, ity get's lost otherwise. Glove still in
her mouth she spits it out towards the table, hand going inside the bag. "Now
where did you run off to?" hand and head seem to want to dissapear into the bag,
as there is more cliking of metal things. She makes a joyous "Ah HA, Caucha this
time skank." and she pulls out a crumples 5 dollar bill.
Dara :
d10: per+alert: 5,9,7,4,6,6,3,
Cherry Matthews: She looks over to Luis. "Cool thanks."
yeah she is miss manners alright.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * His
brows raise at the woman sharing his table, then he turns his attention back to
the... bums? Sure act like cops... *
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Uh huh.
Dont mention it sweetheart. "
Ravyn: The
kid scowls at the older guy, and looks back to the window, squinting as she sips
her coffee. "Ain't nothin' out there anything," he mutters quietly, under his
breath.
Dara : *eyes over to the two homeless
looking guys by the door, head tilting curiously, blinking a bit...she wanders
over that way...not really sitting, per se...just...curious and at the
window.....looking out there as well......(damn effing inherant curiosity about
things)*
Ravyn:
((anything=anyway))
Ashlyn Reale:
d10: per + alert: 6,7,
Cherry Matthews: Thise almost unblinking eyes with the
white film over them look at Luis not hearing anything else. She proceeded to
flaten out the money sticking a tongue out. "Common, now which one are you?" she
picks it up and attempts to look at it. a shrug of her shoulder more clanking.
She holds up a hand. "Yo, can I get someone ta serve me and my buddy here? I
need a cooffee black, thanks." and her hand drops back t the table a sigh as she
leans back. "Yeah time to get something strong and black in me."
Ravyn: ((Per+Alertness,
Dara.)) As Ashlyn looks over to the two kids, the waitress hands her the coffee,
and their fingers just happen to brush.
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
((Per+Empathy, +3 dice. *S*))
Ashlyn Reale: ...Nobody ever, -ever-
implies she's the most perceptive thing in the world. Heck, no. But upon
collecting her six-adjective coffee, she does look back toward the woman in the
suit, and the two in the booth. The most talkative yet, if one ignores
profanity. Another glance aside, and she also heads toward the table Luis was
the first to snag. "Room for one more?" she asks casually, sleep clinging in her
voice and the little slump at her shoulders.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He keeps
watching the kids as he answers Cherry. * " Its a lincoln, and you might be in
the wrong hood for strong and black. The coffee is good here though. "
Ashlyn Reale:
d10: per + empathy: 3,6,6,9,8,3,10,9,
Dara :
d10: per+alert: 8,10,9,6,8,8,7,
Ravyn: ((The
Dice Gods are kind tonight!))
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He
glances over to the new woman. * " I dont mind. Ask mama here though. " * He
jerks his thumb in Cherry's direction. *
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: {{ No
kidding. }}
Cherry Matthews: "Thank for letting me know." she grins
over to Luis it holds a malicious quality to it, and winks.
Ravyn:
((Ashlyn may wanna DLP ;) ))
Ashlyn Reale: (( *happy dances!* ))
Dara : (weehooo!*G**dances like gir and
prays for more dice gods blessings*)
Ashlyn Reale: (( DLP, then? Except for the
accepting coffee part! ))
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He
chuckles at the look he gets from Cherry. * " Yeah no problem. "
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
As Ashlyn makes physical contact with the woman,
she is, out of nowhere, flooded with impressions of the woman's life. She's in
her 40's, and she's had a fairly rough life of it. Grew up on the streets,
physically and sexually abused, managed to work her way up out of it until drugs
beat her down...heroin, specifically. She ended up having to go to rehab,
court-ordered, and it took three times until it stuck. She's been clean for
about 4 years, but she's in a heavily abusive relationship right now, her
husband a beat cop who beats her when he gets drunk. And he gets drunk every
night.
Cherry Matthews: "So lincoln..." a wrinkle of her nose.
"That would be the five, coolness, least I got the right one this time." she
laughs and slouches."Yer not all that wordy are ya?"
Ravyn -> Dara :
Dara sees, off in the distance, where they're
excavating for the wall. The workers are off for the night, obviously...the
excavation equipment is still there. The two seem to be looking that way...Dara
can make out someone standing at the edge of the taped-off area, looking inside
like they're waiting for someone.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Its
been a long day, what can I say? That and the two by the door have my antenae up
and I cant figure out why. "
Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn physically flinches,
shrinking back more than a little out of nowhere from this coffee thing. From
the waitress. She's considerably less able to duck away from coffee sloshed over
the top of the cup and down onto her fingers. But, hell. That'll heal soon. She
hisses a curse under her breath and makes an effort not to see her coffee end up
on the floor or worse, either herself or the woman.
Cherry Matthews: "Dun get me started on long ass days,
fuck." a shake of her head. and a raise of the pierced brow " oh which one?" she
looks towards Luis' crotch, what can she say she is a whore after all, then
looking in the direction of the door which is way off base. "Humm."
Dara : *oooookay....her head keeps that
odd tilt to it, blinking a bit again....keeping to her curious spot....watching
the same way still and seemingly focusing on something in the distance if she
can....coffee asently sipped at*
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
The memories are exceptionally strong,
too...quite vivid. It's likely she's never had flashes this strong (I would
assume she hasn't gotten 6 succ before ;) ). She almost feels the fists coming
down, the needle going in, the sensation of being raped, and so on.
Ashlyn Reale -> Ravyn:
(( She has 6 succ before - once. When she
connected to Delia, the model found dead in BP. ...Delia died in the middle of
their connection, before Ash could break it, in fact. ))
Ravyn: The
homeless girl looks up to Dara, offering her a nod. "Hey." That draws a scowl
from the older guy, but he doesn't look away.
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
((Ahh, so then. *S*))
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He
smiles an unseen smile. * " Not my spear. There are two bums right by the door
with a kinda cute business chick. They keep clockin the park like they are
waiting for something. "
Cherry Matthews: She looks back at him. "Hate ta point
this out ta ya big boy. Ain't seeing nuthing, but the blackness that is my
soul." she says pointing to her eyes with a grin.
Dara : *she keeps those deep green eyes to
the thing in the distance, following watching it, but smiles crookedly to the
homeless girl.....a warm familiarity perhaps...even if shes not known*
hey.......so whats tha news?*all streetrat NYCish accent, thick and obvious*
Ashlyn Reale:
d10: WP: 8,2,1,8,
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Thus I
be laying this stuff out for you. Just incase this turns out to be a robbery or
something and you hear someone yell to get down I suggest that you do it. "
Ashlyn Reale: The coffee is set down.
Firmly, on the counter, though she also hasn't let go of it, either. That hand
shakes. Calm. Fucking -calm-. One slim hand rises, cupping, covering her mouth.
Maybe she's just a pain wuss. Ashlyn stares intently at her own hand on the cup,
unable to look up, damned near forgetting to breathe. Eyes wincing, staring, all
but boring a hole into her opposite hand. ....But she's not completely freaking
out. Her eyes squeeze shut, tightly.
Cherry Matthews: A wink at Luis. "Got it." yeah right, get
down um hum, sure. "She rubs her tongue over her teath and there is the distinct
sound of something inside her mouth rubbing against her teeth. Oh yeah tongue
ring. "Am I in yer way if something like that does go down."
Ravyn -> Dara :
Dara notes someone climb out of the excavation
area. He moves to the other person, handing it over...and promptly falls back
into the dugout area. There's a slight flash of light just before he falls in,
in-between the two.
Cherry Matthews: ((Get rid of the thrid "))
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Naw I'm
not stupid like that. I got nothing in my pants worth being a hero over. " * He
thinks about that for a moment... * " Though I do have something I would like to
hold onto. "
Dara -> Ravyn:
flash of light flash of light or something
glinting off something semi shiny flash of light?
Ravyn -> Dara :
((Flash of light flash of light))
Cherry Matthews: She loks back over to him a raise of her
eyebrow. "Well that ain't nuthin' new big boy all ya all want ta hang onta
that." she chuckles
Ravyn: The homeless guy squints at something, and nods a little bit...before he looks up at Dara, realizing something. His eyes narrow suspiciously.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: "
Without it I am not sure that I would want to go on. " * He gives another
chuckle and then looks back to the people near the door. *
Ashlyn Reale: "Excuse me." A muffled
voice, hushed and horrified for no god damned apparent reason. "Is there...is
there a bathroom here, at all?" Good job. There's a tremble in her voice, a
shake like a branch too heavy with snow. But it's not to the dangerous creak
yet. Her voice isn't breaking, and thankfully not into hysterics, if only by a
grace wearing thin.
Ravyn: The
waitress looks at Ashlyn, brow raised. "Honey...you okay?" She reaches out to
Ashlyn, to try and get her attention.
Dara : *half murmured to the two homeless
looking ones at the door* cant blame a girl for bein curious really....can yas?*sipping
the coffee, eyes still forward towards that thing in the distance*
Ravyn:
"Yeah...right over there." She points to the bathroom.
Ravyn: The
homeless man gruffs at Dara. "Best mindjer business, awright?" The girl looks
between them, wary.
Cherry Matthews: "Oh yeah, I can imagine. Dun worry big
boy I'll make sure it ain't gonna go no where." Her coffee finally get's
delivered, the waitresss raises cherry's hand to give her her change. Cherry
tucks it inside the bag just dropping it inside. Picking up the coffee cup she
inhales it and takes a tentative sip of it. Oh yeah gotta like that. "Aaaaaah so
good."
Ashlyn Reale: "Don't!" ...Okay, that was
more shrill than it should have been. Ash flinches back from the woman's
outstretched hand, abandoning coffee. Josh can skin her alive for that cardinal
sin later. Backed up a safer step, she stammers a hurried apology to the
waitress and makes a quick beeline for the bathroom.
Ravyn -> Dara :
Dara can see the guy who didn't fall into the
excavation hole approaching. He's maybe in his mid-20's, looking very much NOT
like a homeless man...rather, he looks more like a 'professional,' so to speak.
Dressed casual, with an overcoat over it, and making his way over to the cafe,
his hands going into his pockets.
Cherry Matthews: The shrill cry out get's her attention
finally as she looks over to where she heard the voice. "What the?"
Dara : *a quick flick, an odd(almost
vaguely birdlike) tilt of her head, of eyes towards the guy, blinking a bit* how
yas know it aint m'business too?
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " If I
cant manage to get up a fight to hold onto it I dont think you are going to be
able to stop anything. " * Then his head turns at the raised voice of the pretty
woman. *
Ravyn: The
waitress blinks a couple times as the woman heads into the bathroom. She seems
to be more worried, honestly, about the fact that she's got to mop up perfectly
good coffee...least she paid for it, though.
Dara : (quick flick towards, then eyes
backlooking out*G* sorry) *looking back out to where she was, she blinkblinks
again, watching something moving closer by the looks of it*
Cherry Matthews: "You'd be supprised what I can hold onta
that other's can't" she says head still turned to the counter where Ashlyn was
at. Another sip of the coffee, damn that was good and hot, warming up her
insides good.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Now I
dont know what the fuck that was all about. I was watching the people at the
door. "
Ravyn: The
girl looks over as Ashlyn freaks out, but the guy just stares at Dara a moment
longer, before movement outside gets his attention...someone approaching the
cafe.
Cherry Matthews: "I dunno I got this one, why dun ya
continue ta watch them." right she has this one, she is staring out at nothing
but a wall right now.
Ashlyn Reale -> Ravyn:
Abandoned coffee. Couldn't care less about
coffee. The trip is a blink to her, the door pushed open and swaying shut behind
her. Enclosed in a smaller space now with just bad lighting and a little cold,
she catches her breath. Bare hands clench over each side of the sink as if she
could hold on to the scene, this scene, her face in the shiny surface, if she
held on with white enough knuckles. She swallows hard if only to keep both bile
and tonsils in check. ...Funny how this sort of connection always revealed the
stuff that made her physically ill. Never something shiny and nice. Hell no.
Rape, murder, brutal, death, pain, needle, stab, my leg, my fucking leg - her
leg, her scar - her bruises, her shaky hands over my shaky hands trembling. The
lines of pain and nausea and cool, flourescent reality blur, dizzying.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Think
that one might be over anyway but you got it. " * He returns his gaze to the
people near the door. * " I am Luis, by the way. "
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
Ashlyn is in luck...there is no one in the
bathroom with her. She gets to freak out along, for now.
Cherry Matthews: "Oh well shit." she turns to look back at
Luis and grins. "Nice ta meetch Luis, Call me Cherry, you know like some guy
popping a girls cherry.""
Cherry Matthews: ((Oh my god, I have a dirty mind
tonight.))
Ashlyn Reale -> Ravyn:
And so she takes a few minutes the calm the hell
down, though the phantom pain is difficult at best to ignore. She bows her head
over the sink, whimpering from somebody else's pain for a while. Wait it out
until it passes like it always does. ...Sooner or later.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * He does
a double take and then looks back to the door. * " Yeah Cherry, I know what you
mean. "
Dara : *eyes watch the same thing, someone
approaching, that the guy does.....half attention paid out the corner of her eye
towards the guy with the girl(homeless ones shed been talking to)*
Ravyn: The
guy who approaches the cafe is in his mid-20's, shaggy blond hair, brown eyes,
clean-shaven. He's dressed in a black turtleneck and blue patterned sweater,
with jeans and a black overcoat. Almost a little preppy looking. He walks up,
taking a hand out of his pocket, and walks in, glancing around before he looks
to the table the homeless duo is sitting at and Dara is standing at. ((Per+Awareness,
if anyone has it, diff 8))
Cherry Matthews: "Hey cool, some people think that fruit
ya eat." a sip of coffee as she shrugs her shoulders another clank from her bag.
"That's why i make the distinction." a nod of her head slouching down again a
readjustment of her breast with her forarm.
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Per+Awareness: 8,4,4,9,1,7,4,
Dara : (*sniffles, no awareness*) *curious
glance fully given to this guy now, sipping her coffee again, blinking slowly*
Ravyn -> Cherry Matthews:
There's definitely something funky on the guy who
walked in...hard to tell what. Veil strength is weaker then it usually is around
here.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Yeah,
well I have spent too much time in clubs around the world to think along those
lines anymore. Another one just joined them. He dont look so bad though.
Kinda... well he looks like a dork. "
Ravyn: The
guy looks over Dara as he comes up, eyying her suspiciously. "Yeah?" Dork,
maybe...but a damn surly dork.
Cherry Matthews: And for a second people might think that
she CAN see as she turns her head towards the door, looking directly at the guy
who walked in. Maybe she has eye's only for him.
Dara : *standing by the table, but at
the window more or less, by the door....she eyes the guy back with quiet blinks,
rasing a slight brow*.....what...persons not lowed ta stand near tha door in a
public place an be curious?
Ashlyn Reale: Okay. Back out again from
the bathroom, composed again. Whatever it was, it's either gone or close enough
to it for now. She gives pause to look out over the room again, sweep fingers
through her hair, and make her way back to the counter - if only to somewhat
apologetically leave a folded bill behind in the tip jar.
Cherry Matthews: "Describe him for me will ya big boy?"She
says looking back to Luis, keeping her sences peeled more now towards the guy.
Well she has one thing going well for her possibly.
Ravyn: "Sure.
Just find another door. We got private business to conduct" He scowls and takes
a seat next to the homeless girl, who scoots away from him, closer to the
window.
Ravyn: The
waitress looks at Ashlyn, concerned and a little wary. "Are you okay, honey? I
didn't mean to scare you..."
Dara : *snorting softly and murmuring
with a crooked smirk* riiight....yeah.....real private when its done inna public
restaurant......*really...no...it was said to herself...honest......but she does
move......a few steps to the other side of the doors, the same doors.....eyes
looking out the window again*
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " I would
guess he is twenty six. Shaggy blond hair with a slick face. Wearing a black
overcoat over a blue sweater and either a black dickie or a turtleneck.
Bluejeans too. Eyes might be brown. "
Dara -> Ravyn:
looking to the window, trying to catch
reflections of their talking, using reading lips(listed as a language on her
sheet), just lemme know what ta roll*G*
Cherry Matthews: A nod of her head, taking in that
information. "She leans towards Luis where did he come from?" she asks.
Ravyn -> Dara :
((Per+Alertness at 7, and Wits+Stealth @ 6))
Ashlyn Reale: "Sorry. I'm fine, just.. you
know. Half asleep, bad dreams..." She lets it trail off with a little shrug,
again apologetic. "Can we try this again with some hot chocolate? Please?" And
while not being a total freak? Greeeeaaaaaaat.
Dara :
d10: per+alert: 6,3,6,1,6,6,2,
Ravyn: She
nods a little, smiling in that sweet old waitress kind of way. "Sure, honey. On
the house, since you didn't get a chance to enjoy the coffee." She goes to make
the drink.
Dara :
d10: wits/stealth: 9,3,4,3,1,
Dara : (damn*curses dice and t hreatens
bodily harm*)
Ravyn -> Dara :
((Ouch. *S*))
Ravyn:
d10: Per+Alert: 9,4,5,3,8,
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Per+Alert: 4,3,6,4,6,2,
Ashlyn Reale: "No, really, I couldn't,"
she protests lightly, fretting. Hell, there are more people around now.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Just
from outside. Maybe from the park. Did not see him slip up but he is siting with
the homeless folks at the door now. Business chick, I think he made her go away.
She aint with them any more. "
Ravyn: The
guy in the overcoat reaches into his pocket, pulling something out in a dirty
white handkerchief, when he looks up, noticing Dara trying to watch throughthe
reflection. Unfortunately, Dara doesn't get a chance to see, as she ends up
staring at headlights as they drive down the street, momentarily making her as
blind as a prostitute who decided to share a table with Luis...I mean, a bat.
Cherry Matthews: "Thanks" yeah he was a big help, what
use are sighted people anyways.
Dara : *sneezing right as youre sipping
coffee isnt conducive to...much really...and it really hurts if the coffees
still hot, owowowowowowowowowing and dropping the to go cup as shes temporarily
blinded, rubbing at her eyes*
Ravyn: "I
insist, honey," says the waitress as she makes the hot chocolate...such a nice
old lady. "Tell ya what...if you absolutely wanna pay for it, give the money to
those hobos over there...they could probably use it more then the store."
Dara : (heh....go with what he posted*G*
like it better*G*)
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}:
d10: per/alert: 4,1,7,4,2,7,
Cherry Matthews: Another slouch in the seat. Drinking her
coffee. Contemplating her options.
Dara : *muttered as she stands there,
rubbing her eyes, brows furrowed* feck me gently....
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Just
went to the pocket of his coat. Might have slipped something too them but it was
too fast to be sure. "
Ashlyn Reale: "Sure," she agrees softly.
Her eyes lower to where she'd spilled coffee on the bartop what feels like
hours, days ago. For a moment she turns away, looking out again into the shop
and toward its other patrons.
Cherry Matthews: A raise of her eyebrow at what Luis says,
he might come in hand after all. "Interesting."
Ravyn: Mr
Overcoat actually smirks as he sees Dara get blinded, and starts to pass the
nadkerchief back over again.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}:
d10: per/alert: 9,6,4,1,6,7,
Ravyn -> Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}:
Whatever is in the handkercheif, it's the size of
a very large coin, or perhaps a medallian.
Ravyn: The
waitress hands over the hot chocolate, setting it down in front of Ashlen and
moving her hand away.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Nope,
just tried to pass it again. Its white. Might be a sheet of paper or a cloth.
Got something folded into it. Round and a little bigger than a half dollar I
think. "
Dara : *sighing, she looks upwards when
she can finally see again and shakes her head, muttering something softly...at
least thats what it looks like*
Dara -> Ravyn:
in corax under her breath " raven an helios an
gaia! ai'ight...I get tha hint...go lookin elsewhere...didnt know ya were in
league with murphy....sheesh...girl tries ta do somethin interestin fer once an
gets blinded...."
Cherry Matthews: A tilt of her head, what was a half
dollar? a few blinks of unseeing eyes. "So they got somethin' passin it back and
forth, who has it now?" voice dropped so that she is speaking with Luis and
making sure her voice doesn't carry she has a plan as she grins.
Ashlyn Reale: She accepts this with quiet
thanks, and a brief smile. Oddly sympathetic, that... And then, she's heading
for the door.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " He
passed it off to the homeless guy. Did not see anything get passed back. At
least not yet. " * He whispers. *
Ravyn: The
guy takes the handkerchief, and nods to the guy, speaking quietly, under his
breath as he slips an envelope over to the other guy, then stands up, moving to
leave.
Cherry Matthews: Again quietly. "Okay tell me how far away
he is and where he is sitting, and if anything get's passed back, ya know?" she
sets the coffee cup down grabbing for her glove and finding it and putting it
on.
Ashlyn Reale: The tall woman hangs back
a bit, allowing the man to stand and presumably to be on his way. She's not
really staring, just waiting up in a way counter to anybody who's ever stepped
foot on a subway before.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: " Envelope
back across to the dork. Twenty five feet to your one o'clock position with noon
being where your tits are facing. One homeless, the guy that passed the
envelope, is leaving now I think. "
Ravyn: ((To
clarify: Homeless Man takes the handkerchief, and nods to the Mr. Overcoat, et
al.))
Dara :
d10: per+alert (hearing): 8,7,2,2,9,5,8,
Dara -> Ravyn:
ie to the same she was watching as s he
'recovers'*G*
Cherry Matthews: A nod of her head and she stands up, the
cane unfording with a thawap thawap thawap. She makes sure it is unfolded
properly tapping it on ther ground, and she heads in the direction that Luis
told her time to test her skills.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: A silver BMW pulls
into a nearby space, engine cut after a breif moment. Brigitte gracefully slips
from the vehicle and makes a slow stroll toward the cafe.
Ravyn -> Dara :
Homeless Guy to Overcoat: "You've done well...He
is pleased. Now, go in his name."
Cherry Matthews -> Ravyn:
She is going to attempt to run into something and end up on the homeless guys
lap somehow in the process take the thing in the hankerchief.
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * His eyes
raise as Cherry gets up, but for the moment he remains at the table. *
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (
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Ashlyn Reale: And, with the man well
enough out of the way - (?) - she drops two tens onto the tabletop on her way
out. She goes to take a path nearer, or even through the park on her way back
home.
Dara : *sighing deeply, brows furrowed,
she rubs her head and hmphs........shaking her head and moving back to the
counter*
Ravyn: The
homeless guy makes his way toward the front door, heading past Ashlyn. "S'cuse
me, ma'am."
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Dex(WP): 3,3,3,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl slips
past Ashlyn with an admiring flick of the eyes. Curious it would seem.. or
amused. One of the two. The delicate thing slides into the cafe and makes a slow
pace for the counter.
Ravyn:
((Okay, guys...hold up just a sec. Waiting on information from someone.))
Luis Ruiz {{ BP Cafe and open }}: * A short,
powerfuly built man in his mid to late twenties. Dark skinned and latino with
just a slight barrio accent. The eyes are a deep brown and his hair is black and
buzzed into an high and tight. Two inches over the clavicle there is a vicious
pucker of a scar that dominates the right side of his neck. He is dressed in a
pair of Khaki pants and a black Tee shirt with 1* printed in red over the
cigarette pocket. Over all is a olive green army field jacket. * {{
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Ashlyn Reale: She pauses, looking back,
cocoa held to warm her hands now that it's become so necessary outside. "Yes?"
Nicely enough, if a bit rattled from before.
Ravyn:
d10: Dex: 1,3,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: ((holding))
Dara : (gah...stay nickname) *standing at
teh counter, she orders another large coffee....*
Ravyn: ((Brigette,
Ashlyn, Cherry, all roll a die.))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 2,
Cherry Matthews:
d10: : 6,
Ashlyn Reale:
d10: : 9,
Ravyn: It's a
big bottleneck at the door. As Brigette enters, the homeless guy tries to leave,
and Ashlyn waits, Cherry comes up an seems to slip, bumping into the guy. He
trips and stumbles, falling into Brigette, as the handkerchief goes flying and
something shiny goes into the air...toward Ashlyn.
Ravyn: ((Unpause.
*S*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte is easily
knocked back to the ground, having been in her own little world. She blinks up
with an apologetic smile to the man she can into, meek. "I'm.. sorry."
Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon:
((Per+Awareness))
Ashlyn Reale: Reflexively, she goes to
catch it. She can't just let it -break-, and well, she'll give it right back
after all. Better than being lost in the street...
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 4,5,8,4,
Luis Ruiz: * Luis tries to keep track of it
all, watching where the shiny thing goes flying off too. *
Cherry Matthews: "Hey watch the fuck where ya going huh?
Blind woman walkin' here." oh that voice is familiar to some. She rights
herself, damn her plan all ruined.
Luis Ruiz:
d10: per/alert: 4,1,2,9,2,1,
Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon:
((Whatever just flew into the air...it's SPE-SHUL))
Dara : *looking to the 'SHINY!' that goes
into teh air, staying on it*
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte blinks over
to Ashlyn to see if she catches the thing.
Ravyn: Ashlyn
reaches out and grabs the shiny thing. It's about the size of a half-dollar, as
previously stated...old, metal. That's about all anyone can see before it's
snatched.
Ashlyn Reale: "It's alright, it's not
lost!" she calls, ever so helpful in that brief instant.
Ashlyn Reale:
d10: per + empathy: 6,9,10,8,7,2,9,2,
Cherry Matthews: Sometimes it is bad to be blind as she
has no idea what in the hell just happened, or what is happening around her. she
she looks to Ashlyn, what huh?
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte slips back
to her feet, graceful enough it would seem to not need the support of another
though she leans forward resting her hands on the homeless man. Maybe she's
helpless.. or friendly. She leans in to whisper in his ear.
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
Ashlyn finds herself assaulted with massive
feelings...dark, horrific images. Images of eternal torment, a monstrous, insane
presence, flashes of hideous torture of all kinds...nothing Ashlyn's seen even
COMPARES to this. And again, it's almost as if she feels it. Something in the
coin is very much conscious, and it seems to recognize when she grabs it. Seems
to...as impossible as it is, it seems to almost smell her, breathing in her
scent with a nasty, shuffling noise.
Dara : *watching ashlyn
now......remembering her....she absently pays for her coffee, turning to fully
watch that way now*
Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn:
Said in a sultry voice "You should be more careful
with your trinkets, love." She kisses the man's ear before pulling back.
Luis Ruiz: * He misses it, and spills
what is left of his coffee into his lap. * " Shit! "
Ravyn: All
eyes look to the collision at the door...the homeless guy looks absolutely
panicked, as the item flies up and is caught by someone else. He does take a
moment to look over at Brigette, blinking.
Ashlyn Reale:
d10: wp: 9,2,8,5,
Ravyn -> Ashlyn Reale:
Flee. Ashlyn isn't even THINKING right now. Don't
do anything. Just run. Get away. Her mind is almost sent into an animalistic
instinct...fight or flight. And it's chosen FLIGHT.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte offers the
man a warm smile before turning her bright emerald eyes to Ashlyn. To see if
she'll give the man's object back.
Cherry Matthews: She tentativly feels around on the floor
with her cane nope still people around, and nothing on the ground for her to
pick up. She is watching Ashlyn though wongering what in the hell she has.
Ashlyn Reale: Her drink is doomed
tonight. A look of absolute TERROR crosses her face, and she drops...well, the
cocoa anyway. The leggy model is literally running away in mind numbing,
absolute terror, both the hot drink and the coin dropped as if they were burning
holes through her hands. No words. No friendly smiles. Just drops, and -runs-
faster than she ever has in her life. Personal trainer, her ass.
Luis Ruiz: * He jumps up to get the hot
coffee off of him as he reaches for a handfull of napkins. *
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte quirks a
brow, watching Ashlyn flee. She makes a quick grab for the item, placing the
long sleeve of her cardigan between the coin and her hand. Just in case.
Cherry Matthews: If it hits the floor, she is going for
it. The coin that is. Who cares about hot coco being spilled.
Ravyn: And
the man goes for it, too. ((Inititive, all whos are going for it))
Dara : *wow......blinking as she watches
ashlyn run off......dropping the shiny....forget ashlyn...eyes on the
shiny..trying to see what it might be or what it looks like on the floor*
Dara :
d10: per+alert: 8,2,5,4,6,9,9,
Ravyn:
d10: Initiative (Base ): 1,
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 5,
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Init: 9,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (11)
Cherry Matthews: ((15))
Ravyn: ((Base
5 for the homeless guy. Dex+Brawl to grab, Cherry. You're blind. Diff 8.
Brigette next, diff 6; then homeless guy, diff 6. First with a success gets
it.))
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Dex+Ath(WP): 6,9,1,7,3,
Cherry Matthews: ((Sorry Wrong thing. *Winces*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (she grabbed it,
right?)
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Dex+Brawl(WP): 4,9,4,5,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (lol. i didn't even
notice.)
Dara : (*sighs* gotta take child to bus,
she gets a phonecall for some reason or another and heads to the bathroom with
it, brb, killing nick in meantme)
Ravyn: Cherry
manages to get her hands on it before anyone else can react, being quick and
already on her knees. She's quite skilled at doing things from that position.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: When Cherry grabs
the thing, Brigitte turns her attention to what she does best: Distracting the
manfolk. She slips a hand to the man's shoulder and leans in for another
whisper.
Luis Ruiz: * Once the burning stops he looks
back over too the door and almost laughs. * " What a clusterfuck. "
Brigitte Clara Deleon: "Mmmm.. quite the
nasty little object you have there, love. Why don't you run along now. Let the
grown ups take care of this one." (using lore of longing level two to instill
trust, roll coming)
Ravyn:
((*Picks up the PM*))
Cherry Matthews: Oh yeah good at doing things on her
knees, always. Finders keepers right? She attempts to put it in her bag she she
get's up from the mad scramble to get at the coin.
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: man+emp, diff : 5,7,4,9,6,5,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (yeah yeah.. close
your eyes and pretent scarlet knows how to work a pm. *slaps forehead*)
Ravyn:
d10: Willpower: 5,2,5,5,
Cherry Matthews: (*Pats scarlet* it is okay it happes to
the best of us))
Ravyn:
((Nowhere NEARLY as good as MY dropped PM))
Ravyn: The
guy looks confused for a moment, before he nods slightly. "O...okay." He turns
to the door, making to head out.
Meanwhile, the two at the table, Mr. Overcoat and the homeless girl, are
watching the whole thing, wary and a little afraid. They look at each other, as
if trying to decide what to do.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a
tiny smile, leaning down to whisper to Cherry.
Cherry Matthews: She attempts to get to her feet, coin in
her bag safely tucked away when Brigitte wispers in her ear. Halted in her
progress to listen.
Cherry Matthews: A glance to Brigitte as she wispers
something in return.
Luis Ruiz: * He reaches to his hip to make
sure that he has not lost anything during all of this and then begins to gather
his stuff. *
Brigitte Clara Deleon: After saying her
part, Brigitte raises up and away from the blind woman. When there's no one
blocking the doorway, she'll take her exit back toward the bmw.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: dlp
Cherry Matthews: She stands up after that.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte gives a soft
laugh, listening to Cherry before raising up and moving to take her leave.
"Don't worry. I'll call you. We've quite a bit of catching up to do."
Cherry Matthews: And Cherry's eyes are glued to Brigitte
and she moves to walk out with the woman attempting to stay near her. "Oh I have
plenty of time right now." she says.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She cups her hands
girlishly behind her back, making a slow teasing pace to the silver car. "Must
be nice. I've been quite the busy girl. Assumed you would be too, all things
considered." She leans over for another whisper.
Ravyn: The
two at the table share a look, and then nod, rising in unison as they move to
leave.
Cherry Matthews: When Brtigette wispers to her she
takes off her glove, and reaches up to touch Brigitte
Cherry Matthews: She wispers back touching Brigitte's face
Luis Ruiz: * Then once he is ready he makes
his way back out into the morning. And the cold. *
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Stamina Medicine(WP): 7,3,5,9,5,2,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: She smiles to the
blind woman, leaning into the touch. "Come back with me to my place. We can talk
there." She moves to unlock the bmw.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: dlp
Dara : (bah, just as I get back*G*)
*blinking when she wanders back out...hmph...seems everyone was
leaving....sighing and shrugging, coffee in hand, s he heads for the door as
well...might as well*
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (just as a warning, i
have a little over 30 min before i have to head to work)
Dara : *eyes to the BMW......blinking.....alot,
lips parting slightly looking to brigette before she gets inside it*
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (we should probably
move to initiative. she's going to fight back)
Ravyn: ((Yesh.
It is initiative time))
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Init: 4,
Cherry Matthews: ((10))
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 5,4,8,9,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (lol, yeah i must be
tired.)
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 10,
Dara : (just watching for now since she
was just stepping out anyhoo)
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (16)
Ravyn:
((Declare Cherry, then Brigette, resolved opposite order. The duo, overcoat and
homeless girl are getting away as quickly as possible))
Cherry Matthews: Since she already has contact with her
face, grabbing neck and inflicting more damage to said woman.
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Dex+Brawl(WP): 3,8,
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Stam+Medicine: 10,8,9,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl is
going to try to kick the street whore off of her, hopefully with enough force to
do a bit of damage. She shouts "This is what I get for warning you, you stupid
bitch?!"
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: dex+brawl (wp): 3,3,4,3,10,1,
Dara :
d10: : 8,
Ravyn:
((Strength+2 damage. Kick Str+1, +1 for the succ.))
Dara : (13 on init) *she hears and sees
something going on and literally RUNS towards it, coffee in hand, ready to throw
it at cherry when s hes close enough* (stated like that because dunno how close
it is*G* )
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: damage: 5,5,7,
Ravyn: ((It's
just outside the door, Dara))
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Stamina: 8,2,6,4,
Dara : (k then, statement/action stands if
is ok*G*)
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: : 8,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (bahh.. i think i
suck today. *blushes* forgot a die. she has str 2)
Dara : (*chuckles* would that be melee for
thrown hot coffee in cup?)
Ravyn:
((Statement does stand, Dara. Dex+Athletics))
Dara :
d10: dex/ath (wp): 9,9,
Ravyn:
((Um...3 dice bashing. 1 for the coffee, +2 for extra successes.))
Dara :
d10: dmg: 1,7,2,
Dara : (*mutters* demmit*eyes dice*)
Ravyn: RECAP:
BRIGETTE kicks CHERRY, stumbling her back a bit, and DARA'S coffee hits the
woman ineffectively. However, CHERRY does manage to reach out and grab BRIGETTE
as she stumbles back, inflicting more damage.
Ravyn: ((New
Round: Declare order Cherry, Brigette (Wound Penalties in place), Dara.))
Cherry Matthews: She laughs as if the whole situation
was quite hillarious. Keeping her hold on Brigitte she inflicts more harm to the
woman, the ~thing~ this time will not come back.
Ravyn: ((And
for the record...it's obvious that the damage Cherry is doing is NOT normal.
Brigette looks like she's decaying.))
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Dex+Brawl(WP): 10,9,
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (what are my
penalties? you never said how much dmg i took last round, unless i flaked out
and missed it)
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Stamina+Medicine: 8,6,5,
Ravyn:
((Sorry, Brigette, I thought you were keeping track...my bad. 3 Agg))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: Brigitte is playing a
nice game of FUCK THIS. She squeezes her eyes shut, attempting to will herself
to mistform. (she'll spend 3 pts of faith for auto sux and ravage her thrall for
extra dice if she's available to do so.)
Brigitte Clara Deleon:
d10: stamina+survival: 4,
Dara : *oookay, stopping short, seeing the
damage being done...out in the open....eyes wide, and....not being the
most....physically able person when it comes to fighting....she stands back,
eyes to brigette, brows furrowed deeply...completely unsure what to do*
Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon:
((Thrall's not available; she's on Holy Ground at
the moment. But Brigette still succeeded, so... :) ))
Ravyn: ((Dara
also knows this is happening within the Neutral Zone, too. Just to remind, in
case anyone didn't know...right across from Battery.))
Brigitte Clara Deleon -> Ravyn:
(heh. it's cool. she was just throwing everything
she had into it. no WAY she's getting killed again this easily.)
Ravyn -> Brigitte Clara Deleon:
((No, makes total sense. *S*))
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (have like.. 5-10 min
left)
Ravyn: RECAP:
DARA watches as BRIGETTE'S body bursts into a big ol' cloud of vapor.
Unfortunately for CHERRY, this means that her hand passes through nothingness.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: The young girl's
clothes drop to the ground and the mist float with haste to the nearest rooftop.
One of the perks of being sought after by a blind woman..
Cherry Matthews: A growl from her as she figures the other
has slipped into the viel and passes that way as well.
Dara : (ahh yes.....she doesnt know if
theyre part of the treaty or not, buuut...evne so) *backing off...QUICKLY,
heading for an alley or somewhere out of sight nearby, phone out and number
dialed, quickly*
Brigitte Clara Deleon: When cherry is no
longer seen, the young girl with scurry back down from the building entirely
nude, gather up her belongings and clammor into the bmw. She's yet to notice
dara.
Cherry Matthews:
d10: Dex+Awareness: 3,3,5,4,8,4,
Ravyn: Cherry
passes into the realm of the Dead.
Brigitte Clara Deleon: (annnnnnd.. i
gotta go. *hugs* thanks guys.)
Cherry Matthews: ((See ya!))
Dara : *murmuring under her breath, eyes
flicking about peering from behind whatever she hid behind(calling the
concerto), phone to her ear waiting for it to pick up*
Ravyn:
((Thanks, hon. *Hugs*))
Ravyn -> Dara :
"Concerto Club, this is Jody Yu. How can I help
you?"
Dara : miss yu this is dara I jes saw
something jes outside a cafe next ta battery...*voice a million miles a minute
but every word clear*
Dara : (aaaaand that should have been in
PM since it was being murmured*smacks head**G* sorry bout that)
Ravyn -> Dara :
"Miss Fraser. What did you see?" She sounds
concerned, of course. "Are you all right?"
Dara -> Ravyn:
Im fine but some blindy lookin prostitute seemin
lady was tryin ta hurt this other lady an usin somethin that was makin her look
all decayed as she was touchn her an then the one bein hurt turned all inta
nothin an went 'way an tha one tryin ta hurt her poofed after growlin an tha
other came back nekkied ta get her clothes an got in her car an left....an....Im
fine..*finally slowing at the end*
Dara -> Ravyn:
*takig a deep breath* I can give details...jes....not
here.....not now...jes incase...theyre both gone from here anyhoo.....
Ravyn -> Dara :
"Of course. Come on in...do you need Security to
come and escort you here for protection?"
Dara -> Ravyn:
naw...s'hard ta follow if I fly, jes.....aint
thought Id hafta dedicate this fraggin suit*muttered this last bit* need
somethin warm ta put on mebbe when I get there is all...unless ya kin leave a
window open where its private
Ravyn -> Dara :
"I can have the appropriate windows opened. There
will be one open in the back of the building."
Dara -> Ravyn:
right, cool...be there inna jiff*click*(and soon
as she finds a spot shes shifting(hoping her clothes stay hidden*G* unless she
can bundle and carry them in her talons with her) and flyin her ass right quick
to the concerto....can hold on that one if you want or keep going*nods*)
Ravyn -> Dara :
((Let's pause this one. *S*))