Eddie: *stops and tilts her head at
Fred* gotta what? *pushes back her bangs with a sigh and a slight frown.
mutters* gotta chut these things....
Garou AST: Well.. she says
you aint gettin the idea.. *The massive, surly seeming man bends over, hoists
Eddie into the air, and turns to run off with her over one shoulder
effortlessly. His manner oddly like that of a brother with a kid sister.*
Garou AST: *The leaping,
bounding river of human and beast winds its way laughing through the tents and
burning garbage cans.*
Troy Lawrence: He walks toward Shantytown,
eyebrow raising as he sees people. Interesting...he picks up the pace a little.
Garou AST: ((erm, along with
the tide, not off into the woods or anything, in case I wasn't clear.*G*))
Eddie: *squeaks a bit at the action...then
just--starts laughing. with a bit of "umphing" in the midst. his shoulder's not
exactly cushiony soft, after all. good thing she's not one of those dignified
sorts*
Eddie: ((*L* s'ok. i gotcha.))
Garou AST: *open frolic of
the most base and common sort assails Troy's senses... but fires even him as
instinct begins to threaten decency..*
Troy Lawrence: ((DD: Money and
power...that’s what the man projects. He’s quite attractive, in the high-born,
aristocratic way, somewhere in his mid-20’s, with well- formed cheekbones, a
slightly hawkish nose, immaculate skin, and perfectly coiffed blonde hair, going
down to his collar. His eyes, a dark green, hold a cynical, dismissive look in
them, behind a pair of small glasses. His body is toned, the body of a man who
has worked for his muscle-mass, rather then being blessed with it, and is
contained within an tailored suit, sport coat open. An attache case is ever
present nearby, as well as a cell phone at his hip. Everything about the man’s
appearance is tailored to perfection, to present no weakness to an enemy,
whether that be on the job or on the battlefield. ((SF PB 4; Mistaken Identity:
Troy Harris))))
Stephen Culligan [lupus]: *He laughs, and
hops to his feet, chasing after them on all fours. Red coat moving with the
wind.*
Garou AST: *It remains only a
shanty town. Dirty, tents and hovels and all... but flickering fires from
burning trashcans and the lingering whisper of Rat's soft steps turn it somehow
mystical. A strange, but meaningful and happy kingdom as survival for tonight
seems assured for all. No one stops to ask questions, names- all simply follow
Poppa Rustcruncher toward the grub. What we gotta talk for anyway? Eddie bounces
along as Mean Fred leaps a ducking wolf and eats ground in long, happy strides.*
Eddie: *gets bounced around on Mean Fred's
shoulder, still chuckling and curling her feet up to her rump so she doesn't
accidenatlly manage to kick someone. that wouldn't be cool. her expression
rather inviting others to laugh at her. or with her, even better*
Troy Lawrence: His impulse suddenly drives
him along, and he moves to follow, holding out long enough setting his briefcase
down off to the side and out of regular view.
Garou AST: *Eddie manages to
snag the hand of a spry seeming but slower runner, a little boy more than happy
to accept a ride- he clambers up Mean Fred's back with Eddie's assistance,
clinging to hers as well.*
Eddie: *holds on tightly to the child, her
hands sure and gentle despite the bouncing pace, an arm around him as he holds
on to both of them*
Garou AST: ((thanks for the
company by the way, folks.*G*))
Stephen Culligan [lupus]: ((No prob! Fox
kidnapped my dog and threatened her life if I didn't comply... I mean... any
time.))
Troy Lawrence: ((Happily! *S*))
Stephen Culligan [lupus]: ((Though I have
to switch characters... I am reminded it is only the second of May, and this
character would still be in Ireland.))
Eddie: ((*G* company rocks the kasbah.))
Garou AST: *Fred seems intent
mostly on the food, a myriad of scents calling them all along- but one massive
hand clamps down on the kid's back as well. It seems he could be not entirely
without regard for others... as they sweep through the camp, the smells of
everything from dollar fries and McDonalds to even the hint of a steak here or
there grows ever stronger.*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *No, it's not a
red wolf, it's a black dog. And he follows.*
Garou AST: *One lean to, hit
with a passing swipe from a slapping tail teeters, then collapses altogether.
Only hoots and more laughter as someone darts out of it at the last minute,
trying to snag a tail and laughing.*
Eddie: *nose twitches. grins to the kid
and anyone else in view. and, of course, her stomach requests--politely, for
now--to find out for itself what her nose smells*
Garou AST: *Doesn't seem as
though Mean Fred is much given to listening to anyone but Phoebe- and probably
doesn't even bother with her stomach- although Eddie sees he's got a firm hold
on the kid, pace unslowed by two occupants, and the leaping, tussling fun of the
sweeping tide of... whatsits seems to allow for room to simply remove herself at
will.*
Troy Lawrence: He moves along, with the
group, grinning a little bit despite himself. Decorum has receded somewhat for
the moment, even in this overly dignified man.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *His paws lead him
towards the food, but more importantly, towards a potential fight.*
Eddie: *double checks Fred's hold and
carefully lets go of Junior herself before wriggling, headfirst downward to get
off. hands braced so she hopefully won't crack her head on anybody*
Garou AST: That's right, kid.
Find yer spot and keep it, damnit. *The large man growls with something rather
less than his usual open malice. He continues to run, helping her only briefly.
Ahead, a small clearing stomped and pounded bare of grass reveals a myriad
assortment of food that boggles the senses. A few large pots of noodles, chinese
takeout, cardboard boxes filled with twinkies, a grill simmering in the corner
and small slabs of meat tossed precariously onto the pile. The table beneath
practically creaks- but no one touches it. None at all. Poppa waits for everyone
to gather, his eyes twinkling, his presence humbly majestic.*
Eddie: *stumbles a step or two, thentries
to match the general pace, keeping up this time around*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He sits calmly,
understanding that this is a ritual. He will not touch the food, only bear
witness.*
Troy Lawrence: He slows to a stop, clearing
his throat a little as his decorum returns. He straightens his glasses and
sportcoat, watching.
Eddie: *skids to a halt, pretty face split
by a grin. looks around slowly, noting Josh and the guy she sniffed once on four
feet--she thinks. pretty sure that's him, anyway*
Garou AST: *With the air of a
man sampling the aroma of a thing grand and precise in the world's highest
regarded restaurants, Poppa Rustcruncher sniffs over the table, then takes his
time plucking a big Mac box from the pile, then steps back and winks.. this part
forever in each wolf, city or no. He winks, and grins broadly.* Well.. get one
with it.. don't wait for me to share!
Garou AST: ((Get on with,
rather.))
Garou AST:
9,9,9,6,3,3,3,
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He sits back, and
lets the Gnawers go first, Eddie, who gets perhaps a nod.*
Garou AST: *Black eyes find
Troy in the crowd, and the man seems suprised for a moment, then smiles slightly
and holds up a hand before the surge of happy hungryfolk can proceed. His eyes
remain on the younger man, before the other hand gestures toward the table.
Apparently, that Big Mac is his regardless.*
Eddie: *not quite rude enough to pounce
right after Poppa...although she moves over to help out another munchkin
reaching for fries just out of reach, lifting her up so she can grab them*
Garou AST: *There seems a
question in his face.. but one the man's expression does not allow Troy to know,
not directly.*
Troy Lawrence: He moves ahead. Greatest of
kill for greatest of station, after all. Though he's not dumb enough to vocalize
that fact.
Joshua Coil [lupus]:
3,6,10,4,2,
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He notes the one he
does not know moving past. But he keeps his head lowered. He knows that rule far
better, and carries his role as an Omega seriously.*
Garou AST: *Of course, kids
of all shapes and sizes don't pay Poppa's hands any attention at all. What
~they~ know is he gets a Big Mac everytime, and everyone waits- then everyone
eats. This hand thing hardly has as big a hold as that piece of pizza in front
of them. They do surge foreward, and do not stop.*
Troy Lawrence: ((Hehehe. I put that in
BEFORE seeing the posts above it. *G*))
Eddie: *and then sets the child down with
a ruffle of the head and snags some noodles for herself. not quite in the mood
for meat JUST yet. ponders, then takes a burger and heads for Josh quietly*
Garou AST: ((*L*))
Troy Lawrence: He grabs something not too
nappy, with a respectful nod to the Elder, then moves off.
Eddie: ((*L* nappy food? no such thing.
um, unless it's started to become a penicillin farm. maybe...))
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He looks up, and
ears swivel forward. He shakes his head.* ~ws~ I am Omega. Leave food for
others.
Troy Lawrence: ((To some, there is. *S*))
Garou AST: *Poppa's head
tilts slightly in return.. respect.. but not submission. His eyes never cease to
take the man's measure.. a certain near excitement moves through the crowd, then
they get to eating. In moments the clearing doesn't exactly ring with laughter
so much as eating- but the laughter comes too, quickly enough.*
Eddie: *shrugs cheerfully and settles down
beside him, crouching* ok. *chews happily into the noodles, burger perched on
her knee. if someone starts giving it lustful looks, it's theirs. if not, she'll
eat it when the noodles have a new home* so....there's a thing that needs doin'.
wanna help? can't do it on my own. *for more than one reason....*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: ~ws~ If you need
help, I will help, *he says sincerely.* ~ws~ Just ask it.
Troy Lawrence: He leans against something
sturdy enough as he eats...he does not sit on the ground.
Garou AST: *The kinfolk give
Josh a wide berth, not disturbing their new friend, since he remains in his
lupus.*
Eddie: *shivers a bit, face
paling....manages to smile at the kids, then nods to Josh slowly* i do ask. for
help. *voice very quiet. those wrods aren't easy ones to say, not when she
really menas them....gives her fellow piggybacker a smile and silently offers
him the burger. meat's a bad, bad idea tonight.*
Garou AST: *Though several
watch Troy. Half glances, even a look or two of quiet anger- but no one
disrespectful. He is a thing they have only heard of, and in their quiet,
curious way all want a look at him. It seems Poppa included.*
Garou AST: *The kid seems to
have no problem with that- and the burger is whisked away with the skill of one
who either will be a devastating pickpocket, or is already.*
Troy Lawrence: He's used to it...it's hard
to be nobility. So he doesn't show any major reaction to the stares.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *An ear swivels to
the kinfolk, and he watches curiously. The big black floppy-eared dog among Bone
Gnawers. And then back to Eddie.* ~ws~ You have it. Tell me where to go.
Eddie: *this earns the kid a slightly
surprised, but quite approving grin. that's a skill set she'd not mind having.
lifters are awesome*
Garou AST: *A piece of meat
is offered to the corner of Josh's mouth.*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He makes a slight
snort, and licks his jowls. Not quite sure he wants to turn and look at that.*
Eddie: *eats another bite of noodles, then
glances at Josh* this house i found. mmm, rather tell ya all about it later,
where if i get a bit freaky i won't freak out anyone else. *ponders* ought to be
more than just us. got any suggestions? you know more peeps than i do. Merc, for
sure, though.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: ~ws~ Laidan, *he says
assuredly.*
Troy Lawrence: He leans back, having
finished, and goes for his Dunhills. Always have a cigarette after
dinner...settles the stomach.
Garou AST: *Mean Fred settles
near Eddie, as does Phoebe eventually. Susan off... being susan.*
Eddie: *nods slowly* heh. we could ask him
over there. might be good to shake him up--he looks kinda tight. if he'd go.
dunno him much, though. *tilts her head cheerily at Troy, faintly impish*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: ~ws~ I do not know
who that is, *he says sincerely.* ~ws~ Someone's Alpha.
Garou AST: *Phoebe pooches
out her cheeks, a bit tired, is the honey skinned woman. She drops onto the
ground with easy grace, Mean Fred slightly behind and to the left of her-
seemingly comfortable there.*
Eddie: *gives Mean Fred and Phoebe a smile
and polite nod as she polishes off the noodles*
Troy Lawrence: He sucks in the first drag
of smoke, deep into his lungs. Some bottled water would be nice, but he doesn't
bother to ask. Somehow, he doubts it's here.
Eddie: *eyes Troy consideringly and
nods* yep. *tilts her head at Fred* remind me never to get in a position where
you're chasing me. you're a heck of a runner. *pushes back her bangs again*
Garou AST: Phoebe winks,
eyeing Troy from across the clearing for a moment as the gathering once again
slowly explodes into fun and games. The table clears methodically, nothing so
much as allowed to cool before someone snags it. Mean Fred flicks steely eyes at
Eddie in answer to her nod, bare calculation passing there, manner that of an
inmate glancing to see if someone is trying to take his food. Head down, he
seems a bit calmer that way.. less.. tense. Chewing away. Phoebe looks between
the two of them and finally speaks.* Gonna be someone's Alpha if he aint
already. *She nods to eddie.* Give 'im a spin.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He looks over to
Phoebe, and he lowers his head respectfully.* ~ws~ Ma'am.
Garou AST: Cutie-pie. *She
says it in response to Josh- but hers sounds almost like teasing accusation.*
Eddie: *SO does not lock eyes with Fred.
even Miss Brass herself can show some sense at times. nods to Phoebe, giving
Troy another look-over* you got a point. be back, J. *gives the floppy black
ears a quick scritch and pushes herself upright, heading over toward Troy
cheerfully enough. and snagging a lonely-looking fry th t must've fallen out of
its box on the way*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *If wolves could
blush, he would. Instead, the back paw scratches behind his ear.*
Troy Lawrence: He glances over as Eddie
approaches, and takes a drag of his cigarette, watching her advance.
Garou AST: *Full lips tilt in
a smile, her eyes sparkle as the woman still watches Josh.* Not hungry big
fellah? Can't get much of a lookit them glutes wit you sittin on 'em... *She
glances at the table, then back to the flop eared dog.*
Eddie: *continues over to him, dodging a
pair of kids and a wolf playing chase and stops, looking up at Troy with a
cheerful grin* hello. i ~think~ we might've met once. if so, i was on all fours
at the time.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He looks up.* ~ws~
Everyone is not finished yet.
Garou AST: Suit yeself. Caint
leave hungry though.. bad luck feh you guys. *She tilts an eyebrow, nodding,
completely serious.*
Troy Lawrence: He thinks a bit, then nods,
noting the girl's multi-colored eyes. "I seem to remember that, vaguely."
Joshua Coil [lupus]: ~ws~ I had coffee
before, *he says humbly.* ~ws~ Thank you, ma'am.
Eddie: *settles back on her heels, head
tilting to try and keep the bangs out of her eyes. thumbs hooked into her
waistband* so, there's this thing we're gonna try and do. Josh and i so far.
probably Merc, once i find him. i know he's around here somewhere. *blinks
slowly* you interested?
Eddie: *adds* and Josh also recommends
Laidan. *quirks a brow*
Desiree Vespucci: A sort of average looking
woman, with dark Italian features wanders into the area, looking curiously
about. She's well dressed in conservative, if expensive, clothing. Those who
keep up with politics might recognize her as a member of the World Policy
Institute.
Troy Lawrence: He frowns a little,
considering. "And this...thing?"
Garou AST: Josh.. *a gently
commanding tone.* I wanna hear yer gonna eat though. *She nods, tossing a fry at
him and smiling. But something serious and almost reverent colors her tone.*
Sexy don cut it. Tell me yoah eatin.
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He blinks.* ~ws~ Yes
ma'am. I will eat as soon as everyone is done. *But he does lean down and scarfs
up the fry.*
Eddie: house full of ick that needs to be
dealt with. *restrains a shudder* among i dunno what all else, eatin' people.
rather not yap too loud in front of little ears about it all, though. even
though i do not doubt anyone here's got their share of things they'd rather
not've seen.
Troy Lawrence:
8,3,9,9,
Desiree Vespucci: She's never been in this
part of the park before, and she takes in the shanty town through compassionate
eyes.
Troy Lawrence: His eyes pass over to
Desiree, and he nods a little at Eddie's words. "Sounds good. I will be happy to
help."
Joshua Coil [lupus]:
1,4,7,3,5,
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *The ground is
fantastic. Perhaps he is subjecting himself a bit too much.*
Eddie: *gives him a lopsided grin* cool
deal. thanks. *ponders a moment* we're sittin' over there. *follows his eyes to
Des* come on over after yer done saying hello? *gives him a cheerful enough
grin, tone neither demanding nor submissive*
Garou AST: *She seems
relaxed by this, almost as though gauging his sanity. Well, looks like Eddie
will be in good hands then... Mean Fred rises from the ground and moves back to
the table. When he returns, its with two more of the hamburger boxes. He assumes
the same position as before, and one he sets down. The other he begins to work
the burger out of- eyes not rising from the task. Here, he is not supposed to
hurt anyone, so there seems little need to react to the world around him. Two
fingers flick against the carton set a little way away from him, he grunts, then
starts eating again. Who knows what that was supposed to mean, but at least he
doesn't seem to care much himself.*
Desiree Vespucci: Feels a little out of place
in her business suit. Odd there seems to be no begging.
Troy Lawrence: "Will do." He moves over to
Desiree, giving a smile. He looks just as out of place in his own suit. "Ms.
Vespucci." A nod to the woman, friendly enough.
Desiree Vespucci: "Mr... Lawrence, is it?"
Eddie: *nods cheerfully and heads back to
sit beside Josh, detouring to see if there's any noodles left. those were damn
good!
Garou AST: *And another
one with them snazzy clothes... two kin chuckle to each other that their lot
must be moving up if they can attract the "it" crowd. It seems good natured
enough, and respectful.*
Eddie: *folds a noodle over a couple of
times and offers it to Josh cheerfully*
Desiree Vespucci: She's unperturbed by the
occassional stare or snicker, casting a friendly eye on such minor offenders.
Troy Lawrence: "It is indeed." He holds out
a hand to her. "We failed to get a proper introduction last time. Troy Lawrence,
Assistant District Attorney for New York County."
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He licks his
lips, and smacks up one of the noodles. Tastes ... so ... good ... in this
form.*
Eddie: *grins to Josh, voice teasing* i'm
pretty sure i saw some chinese left.....right by the noodles. *and folds over
another for him, scooping up a couple more for herself in the other hand*
Garou AST: *In the small
stomped-to-dirt clearing, Poppa Rustcruncher breaks out a pocket chess game,
several people begin to play instruments either gleaming brass or home made,
children chase beasts from the vanishing forests of the earth.. all seems mild
and happy despite the poverty stricken surroundings.*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He sniffs, and looks
around, making sure no one is going for it.*
Eddie: *looks rather as if she'd like to
join the kiddies, cocking an ear toward the music happily*
Desiree Vespucci: Shakes his hand, her grip
firm. She's wearing white gloves. "Desiree Vespucci, World Policy Center." The
woman looks to be young for such an appointment, perhaps in her mid twenties.
Troy Lawrence: His own handshake is a
strong one as well. "World Policy Center. Very impressive. An honor, Ms.
Vespucci." He smiles her way.
Garou AST: *Phoebe continues
to look around the clearing as she speaks with Eddie and Josh, and Mean Fred
continues to be mean and quiet. Across from the speaking pair, Rustcruncher's
eyes continue to follow the young Silver Fang, the pocket game set up on one
knee. He rarely looks at it, an old hand passing across its face to move a
piece, then rotate... another piece moves... rotate... another piece... but his
eyes continue to move across the newcomers.*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He moves
carefully to the chinese food, only knocking it off the table with his nose if
no one else seems to want it. And thne his nose gets shoved inside the carton,
as he devours it.*
Garou AST: *Someone smiling
and briefly there offers twinkies to Troy and Desiree, and yes- they interrupt.
Its ~food~*
Desiree Vespucci: "Thank you." Smiling a bit
shyly at the compliment. "What brings you to... well, this part of town?"
Eddie: *polishes off round two of the
noodles and ponders, assessing herself. yup. not hungry now. full, in fact.
watches the children with a very soft look to her dual eyes. offering a grin and
a polite nod to anyone who happens to catch her eye*
Desiree Vespucci: "Oh. Why, thank you."
Blinking at the person offering her a twinkie, which she politely accepts.
Troy Lawrence: A shrug. "I was looking for
a better WiFi connection for my laptop, but then...decided I was hungry." He
nods.
Troy Lawrence: He takes the Twinkie, after
a moment's pause. With a brief nod to the offerer.
Desiree Vespucci: Gives him a curious look.
"Do you dine here often?" Amusement in her tone.
Garou AST: *He flicks a
dredlock out of his face and smiles back brightly, before turning to Troy with
the other. There doesn't really seem to be anything else to call him.* Sir?
Garou AST: ((dlp.*L*))
Troy Lawrence: He looks down over,
appraising the addresser. "Yes?"
Troy Lawrence: ((DLP back, then! *G*))
Eddie: hrm....*ponders a moment, then
tilts her head at Phoebe and Fred* think i'll see if any of the littles feel
like cahsing a furball. *nope, not likely it's agood idea to just shift with the
edgy and aptly named Fred sitting right there, after all. scoots back a bit and
does so*
Garou AST: *The man smiles at
both of them, then moves off a short distance.. but seems to wait until they're
done talking, his manner frankly kind of dumbstruck, floundering for how that
one mannersy guy in that show he saw waited for a conversation to end without
looking like an asshole waiting for a conversation to end...*
Desiree Vespucci: Studies the twinkie a
moment, glancing over the crowd of homeless people. Comes to a decision, and
pops the wrapper, taking a bite. A generous gift, from people who have so
little. Not to eat it would be to insult them.
Eddie: *shakes herself off from nosetip to
tailtip and approaches a group of children. doglike, presses her forequarters to
the ground, tail wagging, then jumps up and back. inviting them to chase her a
bit*
Desiree Vespucci: Looks askance to the
gentleman watching them. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Garou AST: *Oh they seem on
it- the pair of lemurish kids taking off after Eddie with a squeal of delight.*
Troy Lawrence: He considers the Twinkie.
Golden sponge cake. Vanilla Creme filling. Immortal. A quick look around, and he
follows Desiree's lead.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: About 6 foot kind of thick
not stocky and not heavy set just thick. He wears a pair of Olvie green bdu's
and a set of well worn in biker boots. A black worn in riding jacket. He's
painfully average most people wouldn't think to look twice at him. His eyes are
a deep green brown. And his hairs black with bleached highlights.*
Eddie: *huffs ahppily and "bolts" off,
staying just ahead of them, close enough that they can grab at her tail a bit
before slowing, to let them pounce her. dual eyes bright. roughousing carefully
so as not to harm the littles. and the tail wagging at the speed of light*
Garou AST: ((*LMAO at Troy))
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He pushes his
paws at the chinese box stuck on his muzzle.*
Micheal Espesito~play test~: *He was wandering through why
not. She could be hiding out here.*
Eddie: *notes Josh in the midst of play
and gives a soft yip of amusement...arranging the playful tumble to bring them
near Josh so she or the kids can give him a hand. or...paw, whatever wokrs!*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He shakes his head,
trying to get it off, and whimpers.*
Desiree Vespucci: Takes another bite of
the twinkie, her eyes pouring over the collection of societal outcasts gathered
in this place.
Eddie: *huffs softly at Josh* ~ws~ stay
still. *pausing in play to open her jaws wide and carefully take hold of the
box, then trying to back slowly away*
Eddie: *assuming, of course, he does stay
still!*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He backs up as well,
and blinks, as he is freed from the box. He shakes his head.*
Garou AST: *That same little
kid Eddie summoned up Fred's broad back comes to gingerly slip the box off
Josh's muzzle- he doesn't seem playful though- he's quiet, and a bit too canny
for his age. He jumps back, suprised as One of eddie's playmates reaches out and
wrenches the box off Josh's face, apparently completely unafraid. Josh is
treated to a brightly squealing face, flushed with food and giddiness.*
Troy Lawrence: He seems perfectly at ease,
the high-powered legal hotshot in suit and manners, surrounded by the outcasts.
He finishes the Twinkie as dignified as he can.
Desiree Vespucci: "I'm surprised the
authorities allow these people to stay here. Is this a permanent...village?"
Eddie: *drops the box and gives Josh's
muzzle a friendly lick....before turning to bestow the same attention to a
child's face, although much more sloppily*
Joshua Coil [lupus]: *He blinks, and looks
around. A slight 'whuff' escapes from his mouth.*
Eddie: ((delete Eddie trying to get him
out of the box. *G* but keep the lick!))
Garou AST: ((Sorry- learning
this scene thing.)) *The dreadlocked bum smiles at Desiree, a nervous flash of
teeth as he apparently... didn't pull off that manners thing.* Heh.. uh..
sorry.. *his eyes swivel between what he assumes to be a pair of Silver Fangs,
as though looking at something only legendary.* Don't mean to interrupt.. but
will you both be staying? I mean, in New York? *He seems a bit mystified at the
idea- not put off, just very wondering.*
Eddie: *heads to the quiet child and
gently nudges his shoulder, with a soft* hrruf.
Desiree Vespucci: "I've been living in New
York for almost a year now. Desiree Vespucci, and you are?" Offering her gloved
hand to the young derelict.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: *half ponders the reason for
the two suits. sue him he hasnt been in town long enough to know who they are.
and the last two nights hes polishe doff with a bottle of Tequila. *
Troy Lawrence: "Absolutely." He nods to the
homeless man.
Desiree Vespucci: She's fairly certain her
co-workers at the Institute would raise a few eyebrows if they knew she had
visited such a place. Wealthy policy makers from well to do families, blind to
the world that lies at their very feet. She should arrange a field trip for
them.
Eddie: (( bleh. i've got to go to bed.
going to be working an 11 hour day tomorrow, or so. yay.))
Garou AST: *He nods a bit,
raising his eyebrows at the two of them in something like suprised respect,
before wiping off a hand on a jacket that... doesn't help and shaking Desiree's
hand* I'm Seth, ma'am. Nice ta meetcha. *He nods his head again to Troy.* sir.
Eddie: *after giving the quiet boy a bit
of a nuzzle, if he permits, she plays with her mini partners in crime until they
all finally collaspe in a happy heap of fur and giggles*
Micheal Espesito~play test~: ~ah what the hell ~he made
his way over to the two suits and the homeless man and prepared himself for the
onlsuaght of questions.*
Desiree Vespucci: ((Night Eddie-p)) "A
pleasure to meet you, Seth. How long have you lived here?"
Troy Lawrence: "Good evening." A nod to
Seth, courteous yet a tiny bit dismissive at the same time.
Desiree Vespucci: Friendly, hazel eyes
drift towards Mike as he approaches.
Garou AST: ((goodnight.*S*))
Garou AST: Oh I'm a lifer
too. *He smiles and nods to Desiree.* been here for forevah.*He backs away from
the two of them, scooping up a passing kid and threatening it with sleep if it
does.... and the voice dims as quickly as his presence.*
Troy Lawrence: He glances Micheal's way,
looking him over appraisingly as he approaches.
Mercury: And he's there too. Apparently
late.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: Excuse me I hate to interupt.
I'm a private investigator * heh she seems friendly his eyes meet hers for a
moment and he smiles* I'm looking for someone her fammily hired me to find her.
I was wondering if i could ask for a moment of your time?
Mercury: Grins over at Troy like they're
buddies or something, and that's who he stands by, though he'll give a huge wave
to Eddie if it looks like things are casual.
Desiree Vespucci: Watches Seth escape
their presence, no doubt made uncomfortable by their differences from those
residing here.
Garou AST: ((And that's about
it for the scene- next part comes later.))
Troy Lawrence: He looks Micheal over. "May
I see your investigator's license?"
Micheal Espesito~play test~: It's for the state of
California. *digging it out and offering it over bt not handing the wallet*
Desiree Vespucci: Shifts her gaze to Mike,
glances at Mercury, then looks at Mike again. "Certainly, Mr...?"
Desiree Vespucci: Eases closer to Troy for a
quick look at the license.
Mercury: Blinks. Desiree is familiar. Xu...?
Eddie -> Troy Lawrence: ((*G* tomorrow, if
i get home with enough time before bed, going to poist in the forums everything
Eddie saw at the house. knowledge is needed and should be shared. for now--nite,
and thank you! *G*))
Mercury: Can't quite remember. Ah well.
Troy Lawrence: He looks it over. ((Per+Law
to see if it's legit))
Troy Lawrence:
4,7,5,2,7,5,
Desiree Vespucci: Offers Mercury a polite
nod.
: Espesito, Micheal Espesito.
Mercury: He grins in a friendly manner to
Desiree and nods back.
Micheal Espesito~play test~ -> Troy Lawrence: (yeah
Troy Lawrence: He nods after a moment, then
looks back up, eeing Mercury and giving him a quick nod before looking back to
Micheal. "By all means, how can I help?"
Desiree Vespucci: "And what can we do for
you, Mr. Espesito?"
Mercury: He nods back to Troy, but keeping
his trap shut for once, letting them go about their business.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: I'm looking for her
.*produces the photgraph *Ebony hair, so dark the highlights are violet, frames
a sharp face with high cheek bones. Her skin is fair, and eyes are a bright
sapphire blue. When those eyes catch you, there's no denying there's something
wild beneath that meek façade (animal magnetism). Anyone with an eye for such
things would probably guess she's wolf or kin (purebred 5). *just her head and
shoulders till the cleavage begins*
Mercury: He glances over at the
photograph.
Troy Lawrence: He looks at it for an
appropriate length of time, then shakes his head. "Unfortunately, no I haven't."
Desiree Vespucci: Takes the photograph and
studies it a moment, examining the background of the photo as well, before
offering it to Mr. Lawrence. "She's a bit old for a runaway. What were the
circumstances of her disappearance?"
Desiree Vespucci: (What's in the background
of the picture?)
Desiree Vespucci: She also would have checked
the back of the photo for writing or a date stamp.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: (Blured out but its from
james is apartment)
Mercury: Nods to the others. "I'm jettin'.
Gotta gig tonight, shake booty for da bucks." Winks and heads out.
Desiree Vespucci: Arches an eyebrow at
Mercury.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: Her house was burned down in
Mexico the fammily assumed she was dead until we discoverd she had been being
held against her will. In Kansas I was too late to find her there. *he actualy
has a great deal of compassion in fact he even twitches alittle and its not
anger. obviously the tale hard for him to tell* I returned to her parents who
have been raising he rchildren and told them the bad news word got back and i
encounterd her the other night in a bar. but i lost her.
Troy Lawrence: "Goodbye, Mercury." A nod to
the man, then he looks back at Micheal. "I'm afraid I'm not familiar with her,
Mr. Espesito. I can check missing person and records in this area, though, if
you like."
Desiree Vespucci: "I'm sorry to hear that.
Unfortunately I've never seen her before."
Micheal Espesito~play test~: *theres nothign on the back
the photos a copy of another photo.*
Micheal Espesito~play test~: I doubt very much She's going
to appear in missing person's. I just want to give he rfammily some peice of
mind. But * retrieving business cards and flipping them over to scribble onto
the back a nother number* if you find anything at all i can be reached at the
cell numbe ron front and at the hotel number on the back. Call anytime. *each
get one*
Troy Lawrence: He takes the card with a
nod. "If I see anything, I will let you know."
Micheal Espesito~play test~: *another dead end I swear to
gaia if this keeps up i'm just gonna do a questing stone on her*
Desiree Vespucci: Nods and takes the card,
then glances at her watch. "If you'll excuse me. It's been a pleasure Mr.
Lawrence... Mr. Espesito."
Micheal Espesito~play test~: Thank you Mr.?
Desiree Vespucci: Turns and heads off.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: you have a pleasent night
ma'am
Micheal Espesito~play test~: *watches her go for a moment*
Troy Lawrence: "Troy Lawrence." He turns
and nods to Desiree. "Good evening, Ms. Vespucci."
Desiree Vespucci: (and dropping nick)
Micheal Espesito~play test~: Mr. Lawrence...tell me is it
common to find the wealthy down amongst the homeless?
Troy Lawrence: A small smile. "Consider me
a...Good Samaritan." Sheah. Riiiiight.
Micheal Espesito~play test~: Theres seldom any Good
samaritans where i come from. ~and fewer people who actualy listen to a damn
thing i say~ have a good night
Troy Lawrence: "Good day, Mr. Espesito." He
watches the man walk off, then shrugs and moves to retrieve his attache case
before heading out himself.