Ita McNairee: *the pretty little pikey looks a bit
different today, bleached blonde hair hacked short and blunt, breasts straining in a black
haltertop. leather pants cling to her like a second skin. she's even wearing shoes. a pair
of closed toed sandals she's none too pleased about. she's on her way to pick up the big
man, cheap shades tossed on her face as she trundles silently to where she said she's meet
him.. looking for a behemoth of a man*
William Halloran: He's waiting there, standing by
the door to the Dolphin, the bar that he works at and lives above, smoking a cigarette.
He's actually dressed up a tiny bit...for him, that means a white collarless shirt,
leather jacket, and new jeans. He's got a pair of size 17 cowboy boots on, too.
"Beth Rawli": 6,9,6,6,
"Beth Rawli": *well really.. how do you not
see a 7'2 man. the posh gypsy pads closer, giving a pleasant* ALLO wee Willy loves! *she
gives his hip a hug, well under the cigarette. at least the 2 foot height difference made some
things easier* ready tae gawn? *well at leastthe accent assures that its her. that,
the hawked nose, and her signature perfume de chein*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther comes tromping down the
sidewalk toward the dolphin, just as the pikey instructed.
William Halloran: He looks down at Beth and blinks.
"Ita? Wow...you look...wow. Very different." He smiles a little. "Not a bad
look, though. How are you?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Maintaining a gruff pace, he
reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black n mild, sparking the end and flicking his
hard blue eyes about the place for will and/or a blonde ita
Gunther Kasimir Berg: 3,3,4,7,7,8,
"Beth Rawli": Och thank ye loves.. ye look
recht dapper yerself.. *she notices Gunther trudging towards them with a grin. good. the
german had decided to leave the mauser. a friendly nudge of her head to the giants hip*
Gunther!
William Halloran: He looks over at Gunther, nodding
to the man with a hint of a smile. "Hey."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He raises a hand in a blunt wave
to the two "Hey.." he gives a bit of a snort looking Ita over from head to toe
"What tha fuck happen to you?"
"Beth Rawli": ah'm en disguise.. *she makes
a conspiratol face and draws the shades down to wink* shut et ye beg wanker. *leather
creaks as she bends down to dig something out of her shoe. footwear blew*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a tiny laugh,
taking a puff from the mild "Natürlich.." He looks over to Will with a grin
"Happy Birthday.. all at good shit."
William Halloran: He grins a little to Will.
"Thanks." He looks around. "So, where we off to?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gives a gruff shrug, looking
around the area "Ehh.. don't know. You have any plans, there blondie?" grins to
Ita
"Beth Rawli": och aye *she's apparently not
got the idea of decency down pat in that haltertop, but its remedied of its own accord
when she stands up, giving a grin waaay up at both of them* "appy Birthday loves.
*she looks to gunther, then back to will with a cheeky grin* WEll... ets yer berthday..
reckon ye wan tae 'ead tae a strep club? gie soomethen tae et mayhaps?
William Halloran: He blinks, considering options,
then shrugs. "Whatever works is fine with me. Been a while since I've actually
celebrated a birthday with something more then a few extra drinks at the bar after my
shift, so I'm outa practice."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a slight laugh with
another look around the area "You know a good place round here, blondie? Only place I
been to yet is a skanky little hole in the wall near my place.." shrugs "Ain't
that bad.."
"Beth Rawli": aye. reckon there's wan
aroound eer.. few blocks oop an doown an alley.. *she wraggles dark eyebrows, giving a
laugh* we'll gie a felly todderen puzzy drunk, aye? *she looks up to will to see if thats
ok*
William Halloran: "Sounds like a plan to
me." He gives a rumbling chuckle.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: His grin widens, taking another
puff from the mild. He follows along.
"Beth Rawli": *she doesn't know what to do
next, who to smile at more.. so happy she is to see both of them.. she trundles between
them, a pgymy. she remembers something and starts digging through her satchel as she heads
them to the bar*
"Beth Rawli": och.. ets.. eere.. ah kain ah
brought tha damned thengs..
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Walks along, tilting his head
curiously at ita "Lookin fer somethin?"
William Halloran: He walks along, slowly, so that he
can match pace with his shorter comrades. He looks to Beth with a raised eyebrow as she
looks through her satchel.
"Beth Rawli": *there's alot in the satchel.
big darts, camera, tonnes of ziplock bags, trinkets.. letters.. ahah! there's what she was
looking for.. what looks to be a mass of yarn*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Takes another puff from the mild,
looking absently over to will "How old are ya?"
"Beth Rawli": *she's fighting to get it
detached from a ginat dart with a frown, muttering.. * turn et loose.. bollox..
William Halloran: "Thirty-one." He watches
Beth, a little confused and intrigued.
"Beth Rawli": fooken.. ahah! *it comes loose
with a little bit of a snag. and its revealed as what it is. or.. is supposed to be. the
olive green mass of yarn is infact.. the Hugest.. Ugliest.. monstosity of a pair of
slippers Ever shown under a new york streetlight*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a bit of a laugh at the
blonde as she struggles "You been knittin?"
"Beth Rawli": been tae *she nods, offering
them to william. really.. they're... really.. ugly. really.. really.. you wouldn't even
know they were slippers if you didn't look at them close enough* reckon tha beg felly's
like tae 'ave trouble finden shoes an thengs wha are beg enough. sae ah made hem slippers.
William Halloran: He blinks, and takes him with a
smile. Ugly or not, he seems to love them. "Thanks, Ita. That was really, really nice
o' ya."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Grins at the monstrocities with a
cock of the brow "Slippers? Is at what they are?" Gives a low rubmle of a laugh
and takes another pull from the mild.
"Beth Rawli": och shut yer cake 'ole
gunther! *she laughs, she knows her knitting isn't the best. if you can call it knitting.
she grins up to Will* Well ets yer birthday.. wan o es 'as tae remember tae gie ye
a pressy.. *she throws at gunther with a teasing grin*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Shrugs "I'll get him
somethin.. Night's young." Flashes Will a wide grin.
William Halloran: He puts the slippers into his
jacket pocket, beaming to Ita. "Thanks." A glance goes to Gunther, and he raises
an eyebrow, but chuckles. "Whatever works, Gunther."
"Beth Rawli": *she dekes to open the door to
the strip club, grinding slut music becoming louder as she steps out of the way, making to
escort them both inside* After ye, gentlemens.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Having been caught without a
present, Gunther pats his pockets, trying to do a bit of quick thinking. He reaches in and
produces a pill bottle, pops two pills out and presents them to will with another sly
grin. "Here ya go. Alles Gute zum Geburtstag."
William Halloran: He takes the pills, looking at
them with a raised eyebrow. "Umm...I have no idea what you just said." He ducks
under the door frame, looking at the pharmeceuticals in his hand.
"Beth Rawli": (move tooo.. mt business?)
William Halloran: ((Sure.))
VIXEN'S (STRIP CLUB)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Tromps in behind the two, grinning. The bottle
he produced said tylenol... yeah... right.
"Beth Rawli": "Vixens" is a cheap
strip joint, not much is set up for atmosphere, comfortable chairs, slutty servers and big
brawling bouncers that have to do a double take at the imposing german, preceeded by a
even more troublesome mountain of a man.. and a tiny blonde woman thats all but hidden
between them, there are 3 stages, a main one with 2 poles and 2 small cage acts to the
side. currently only the main stage is in use, a thin blond grinding her thonged self
along a metal pole. the pikey chirps up* Och.. wha's tha yer handen a folk than?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: "A present." looks
around the place
William Halloran: "Good question." He
closes his hands on the pills, looks around, and clears his throat. Oh, yeah. Strip clubs
have naked women. He knew that.
"Beth Rawli": *A chuckle as she tries ..and
fails.. to wrap an arm around will's waist. she settles with rubbing his back with short
cut nails, pushing him towards a seat, she looks up at him and shrugs nicely. she has no
idea what the pills are either*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a low chuckle
"Don't be all scared an shit.. Jussa couple a rolls is all." shrugs
"They're not at bad."
"Beth Rawli": och.. never trest ze germans..
*she grins, lowering her shades and pushing gunthr into a seat. men. couldn't even seat
themselves*
William Halloran: He is pushed forward, to a seat,
without too much resistance. He does his best to look perfectly comfortable.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Cocks a playful brow at the gyp..
and allows himself to be pushed into a seat.
"Beth Rawli": *she sets her hands on Will's
shoulders, oblivious to the strippers now on stage, strutting their stuff for will and co.
she leans over and sings* Wha ye wannen tae drenk loves?
William Halloran: "Jagermeister, if ya please,
Ita. Thanks."
"Beth Rawli": och.. ye folks an yer yager..
ye tae? *she looks to gunther*
"Beth Rawli": *she gives Will's neck a
pleasant squeeze*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Nods to the blonde with another
grin "Ja."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((sorry bout that. had to beat a
burp outta the child))
William Halloran: He looks back at the woman and
smiles a little.
"Beth Rawli": *and off she trots, fiddling a
bit as the leather clinging to he thigh catches on something a frown as she makes her way
to the bar* (yes!)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther turns his gaze to the
various scantally clad womens about the place like a kid in a candy store. He gives Will a
slight nudge to the side and a grin. "Knew this was worth draggin my ass off tha
couch for. You should have birthdays more often."
William Halloran: An exhalation of breath, and then
he lights another cigarette, looking over to Gunther after. "So how've ya been,
Gunther?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Shrugs "Ehh.. Not much ta
do. Been scourin around for gigs."
"Beth Rawli": *instructions given, money
hauled out from in the satchel, a slight sigh of old air as she parts with it. that was
alot of tricks turned. she glances back to gunther and will, leaning on the bar as the
tender fills a tray with shots. she smiles affectionately. bah. the boys would be happy.
it was a birthday, no time for cheapness*
William Halloran: A chuckle. "I should, eh?
Never been a big deal to me to be before. Just another day older." He gives the
ladies on stage appropriate attention...he's worked a strip club or two, so he knows that
an ignored lady is an offended and broke lady. "How's the gig scourin' going?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gives another shrug "Ain't
so good.. Been hard findin places that ain't play at pussy techno shit round here."
Gives a slight chuckle "I spose I could prolly be tryin harder though.."
"Beth Rawli": *she's got a good many shots
on there, all the same clear color as she manuevers over to them, setting them on the
table and grinning* there! drunkerds 'eavan.
William Halloran: "Sorry to hear that. I know a
lot of the clubs and bars around...there's a few that do live shit from time to time.
Oughta try the Tears--Seraphim's Tears--and the Nevermore. Nevermore does a lot of the
techno and goth shit, but they do live shit from time to time, too, and do hard
rock."
"Beth Rawli": *the blonde woman opens her
mouth.. then shuts it, cocking her head to William*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Nods "I played the Tears
before.. Ain't tried Nevermore. I'll poky my nose round. Danke." Looks at Ita and the
shots with a grin. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out a few bills, stuffing them
into the pikey's satchel without so much as a warning.
William Halloran: He looks to Beth with an
appreciative smile at the drinks, then blinks at the woman's reaction. "You okay,
Ita?"
"Beth Rawli": *she sidesteps too late, then makes a face* och ye sneaky blighter.. carefull there's thengs en there what ah reckon ye dinnae want tae touch.. *she smiles to will, nooding* och aye.. ah jes kain tha owners o both o them clubs.. *she was about to plop on wills lap, but an approaching stripper asks if he wants a lap dace, so she moves away, her head swivelling to gunther* reckon ye'd better steck wie tha tears.. aye?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther gives a bit of a confused
look to Ita and nods "Uhh.. I guess."
"Beth Rawli": *she licks his bald head,
muttering*
William Halloran: He looks over at Beth a moment,
confused. Nevermore seemed like a nice place, if a bit rowdy. He looks at the approaching
stripper and purses his lips, but nods, throwing a smile on and pulling the cash. Rude to
turn down a lap dance.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Frowns when he's licked.. who
knows where that mouth has been..
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Tilts his head a bit, thinking
"Maybe.. maybe not. I'll ask him."
"Beth Rawli": *she laughs, shooing away
Will's money and handing some of her own to the saucy brunette now positioning herself to
grind against Will's knee*
"Beth Rawli": *the pikey slings herself into
a chair, making gunther's lap available for the stripper, should he nab her, a smile to
the will and the german in turn*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther grins, leaning back in
his seat to watch will and the stripper. He chimes in "It's is lug's birthday, ya
kkow.."
William Halloran: 7,5,6,2,3,
William Halloran: He's doing a fairly decent job of
looking comfortable, playing the part of your average, everyday strip club customer as
he's ground against.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Guther leans over and pinches
Ita's thigh with a grin to the woman "Havin fun yet, blondie?"
"Beth Rawli": *the pretty brunette bats her
eyes and purrs, top coming off with a click of a clasp, revealing what appears to be suede
nipple covers, Ita meanwhile is chuckling and pushing another shot of jager to the
mountain of a man* Aye treat hem recht loves.. eer.. *shot pressed to Will's hand* drenk
oop
"Beth Rawli": *the shots nearly spills as
ita jerks* Fook me gunth! *she gives her thigh a rub through leather, voice crossly
teasing* aye.. was entel ye strted man handlen me..
William Halloran: He takes the shot from Ita,
downing it as he watches the brunette with a smile. Just a naked woman. He's juuuust fine.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther shrugs and pulls out a
black n mild, lighting the end "Fine en.. I'll kepp em to myself.."
"Beth Rawli": och. well ah didnae say tha
noow ded ah? *she laughs as the stripper finishes her lap dance and heads to another
table, blowing the big man a kiss*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He tilt his gruff chin up at the
woman.. a proud gesture "Don wanna manhandle ya.. Might break ya."
William Halloran: He nods to the departing stripper
appreciatively, then looks back over at the two, downing another shot of the potent German
liquid.
"Beth Rawli": och.. ye couldnae break wind
*she teases challangingly* gien drunk yet loves? *a grin to will. not bloody likely*
William Halloran: He grins. "Not yet. Gimme a
bit, and my buzz might be on the way, though."
"Beth Rawli": 9,4,2,4,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gives a snort to the woman
"Ain't what you said last time you were suckin carpet.."
"Beth Rawli" -> William Halloran: yay!
the pikey looks to will to see if he's actually having fun.. with the per.. and the emping
William Halloran: 4,7,2,7,3,
"Beth Rawli": och.. ah wasnae tryen.. an ye
cheated! *she laughs and moves to twink the bald mans head, pushing her luck with a cheeky
grin*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Smirks at the woman
"Cheated? I ain't need ta cheat ta pin your tiny ass.."
William Halloran -> "Beth Rawli": He
appears to be having a good time. He seems to enjoy the fact that Ita and Gunther are
hanging out with him more then the environment itself, and might have the slightest hint
of nervousness, but nothing severe at all.
William Halloran: He grins at Gunther. "Hey, ya
wanna try and pin someone, step in the ring. I'll show ya a pin."
"Beth Rawli": ye fight like a damned rapist,
ye dae! *she gets up and licks the german's head again on the way past, making to escape,
fleeing to will, laughing*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gives a slight chuckle
"Boss'd get pissed if I got myself killt. I may play big with some folks.."
Nudges Ita then smiles over to will "But I still know a thing or two bout law a
size.."
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He adds gruffly "And if I
fought like a rapist.. I'd had my way with yer scrawny ass once you was on tha
ground."
William Halloran: A raised eyebrow, as he is fleed
to. He recognizes it's a joke, obviously. Doesn't seem to find rape jokes all that
amusing, though...not that he's hostile in any way.
"Beth Rawli": Och aye.. reckon ye would o..
*she raises a dark eyebrow, odd contrast to the blonde on her head, and smirks. she seems
to recall something like that happening once before.... she fetches another jager shot,
and slips into will's broad lap, offering it to him with an affectionate smile* och..
'ow'm ah ever gintae take advantage o ye effen ye'll nae hurry oop an gie drunk ye bloody
tank!
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He flashes Ita the most innocent
look he can muster, the entire facade being blown by his usual menacing grin.
William Halloran: "I'm a-workin' on it..."
He chuckles and grabs another shot, downing it.
: ((open scene?))
"Beth Rawli": *she leans back into the huge
man and feeds him another shot, setting it with the growing stand of empties on the tray.
a cocky grin to Gunther that lets him know full well she doesn't beleive his innocence for
an instant*
"Beth Rawli": ("Vixens" strip
club)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gives a slight shrug and tosses
another bored gaze around the club, ogling passing womens but not really showing a great
deal of interest.
: ((perrrrfect *s*))
William Halloran: He takes his medicine as
designated by his pretty blond doctor, seeming to grow a little more comfortable with the
situation as the alcohol takes hold.
William Halloran: 7,2,5,6,
"Beth Rawli": *there's a rotating roster of
various strippers that come off the stage and try the trio for lap dances, slinging their
wares at the highest bidder. "beth" nudges the big wrestlers chin with the very
top of her bleached head. she looks to gunth* daen aulrecht lad? nice tae see ye wieoot
yer mauser
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gives a slight laugh
"Figured they wouldn't like it much if I brought it along.." Takes a puff from
the mild "Don't usually take it outta tha house anyway."
"Beth Rawli": best nae tae.. *she laughs and
squirms on wills lap, freaking. uncomfortable.. leather* fooke leather.. crawlen 'alf way
oop me damn kitty. ah fooken hate trousers.
William Halloran: He leans back in his chair,
comfortable in the moment, for now. Smiling a little, watching the dancers from time to
time, but paying more attention to his friends.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Shrugs at the blonde "So
take em off. Can't think of a better place.." Smirks.
"Beth Rawli": och! yer tha wan wha said ah
was nae good o gien folk tae pay.. an noow yer tellen me ah'm tae be taken me kit aft fer
free? *she shakes a finger at him accusingly*
Kieth Leery: A young man in his mid twenties with long Burgundy hair
and soft green eyeshe’s wearing a turtle neck shirt and a well beaten in black
leather jacket which features raggedy andy committing suicide via a pop gun the cork
tearing through the dolls head and showering the room in stuffing. And a pair of black
jeans (fianna pb 2 app 4 surreal animal magnetism
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Shrugs "Betcha I could
getcha to if I wanted.."
William Halloran: "'sides, ya'd probably make
the dancers jealous if ya did. They tend to be the catty type." He gives a smirk of
his own...not as easy as Gunther's, but he's getting there. Just take a few more shots.
Kieth Leery: Lets face it he walks in he's looking around. He's not
exactly looking for fammiliar faces, which is goo d casue theres no fammiliar faces for
him.
Kieth Leery: 4,6,5,6,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's frame is tall, stout,
and obviously german. His head is entirely clean shaven and marred with seemingly random
scratches and scars, dome set off by hard blue eyes. He's wearing a long sleeved dark red
tee shirt atop heavy black wide leg jeans, black boots. The man isn't ugly.. but he looks
a bit rough around the edges.
"Beth Rawli": och aye.. ah'd be boggarten
aul the attention o ye tae lovlies aye? *she tinkles merrily, giving the giant's chin a
lick, she makes a face to gunther* aye.. an wie aul those rapist moves o yers ah bet ye
could *she chimes teasingly*
William Halloran: Big and scary. Those are the two
best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and
easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t
want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long
to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s
not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat
caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually
bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through.
He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue
jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as
he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, pehaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who
for Details))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: In the alley behind the
strip club... something unusual occurs. (awareness for those who have it)
William Halloran: Another slight muting of the smile
at more rape jokes.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((Glad Willima isn't in the alley! *L*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He frowns at the blonde "I
ain't a fuckin rapist.."
"Beth Rawli": *a busty bleach blond woman
sitting on Will. She's undeniably pretty, not gorgeous by anymeans, hawked nose and strong
jaw seeing to that, just pretty. she's busting out of a blank haltertop and skintight
leather pants, tiny in comparison to her human chair.. about 20 years old*
"Beth Rawli": och ah'm nae sayen ye are
darlin.. *she laughs and slips off Wills lap to lavish some apologetic attention on the
big german, hands slipping over his skull*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He shrugs the blonde away and
turns his gaze back out into the club.. looking a bit irritated.
William Halloran: 8,4,3,6,
William Halloran: ((Was Per+Alert)) He picks up
another shot, knocking it back, and does a quick look around the club, noticing Kieth
enter. ((Another Sta coming.))
William Halloran: 9,9,2,5,
Kieth Leery: Takes a seat at one of the tables watching around and
offering up cash for a shot of scoootch
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther's phone chimes and he
digs in his pocket to flip it out. "Ja?"
"Beth Rawli": och.. *she gives a sigh and
drops her hands* was jes playen sweetloves.. *plunk. back on will. she looks up and gives
a shrug, then a reassuring smile* need moore sauce loves?
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: The woman staggers out of
the alley. Tall, perhaps she was beautiful once, but she looks worn. The $600 dress is
wrinkled and filthy. Her mahogany hair is in a tangled disarray. Mocha skin and elitly
carved features that of a true born gypsy, not a heritage most would recognize however.
She leans against the wall of the club, amber eyes rolling wildly. What the hell is
happening to her?!
William Halloran: He glances over at his two
companions, frowning a little. "Hey, guys. No fighting on my birthday, 'less I'm
involved and I have a folding chair in my hands. 'kay?"
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods, mumbling into the phone
in a low german rumble "Ja.. Ich glaube schon.."
William Halloran: 5,1,5,3,
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He nods to will but keeps talking
into his phone "Wie viele?"
"Beth Rawli": och.. dinnae ye folden chair
me ye beg bollox.. *she laughs and nibbles his neck friendly like*
"Beth Rawli": 2,5,10,2,3,
William Halloran: He looks around behind him, his
head accidentally swinging around at the wrong moment and catching a splash of alcohol
from a staggering guy passing my with a glass. It lands right in his good eye, with
perfect bad luck, and he hisses, wiping at it.
Kieth Leery: 6,8,7,7,
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: A door. That is a door.
She leans on it and staggers into the club which brings a brand new assault to her senses.
Loud music, smoke, alcohol and the underlying influence of unleashed sexual hormones.
"Beth Rawli": "jab. Ick globe
shawn!" *she repeats whatever gunther just said back in a phonetic mock up, glad for
once its him talking that no one can understand.. she cringes as Will gets attacked with
vodka.. sniff.. yep vodka.* Och darlin.. *a glare at the drunk man*
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther jets up with a menacing
glare at the man that accidently splashed his drink on Will.
Kieth Leery: he flinches when he sees all and it was mostly form the
poor bastard who got whisky in hsi eye. oooh that shits gonnn hurt.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gruffs "Mit
Vergnügen" into the cell phone before stuffing it back in his pocket
Kieth Leery: He notes the woman entering a curious look and he heads
for her...dep down he sa nice guy and well she looks like shit."excuse me miss! you
allright!"
William Halloran: "I'm fine, I'm fine..."
He grumbles, hand covering the one green eye, wincing. "Just bad luck, is
all..." The drunk guy's already passing on, not having noticed that he's even caused
a problem.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Where the hell is she? How
did she get here? Her eyes wander down to her dress, then move across the patrons of the
club again. Is that couple fucking in the corner? Staring at a lap dancer.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He looks over to Ita and Will
"Sorry guys.. I need to head out. Gotta make that money.." He slaps will on the
shoulder "Enjoy the present, ja?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She mumbles something in
Romanian at Kieth and presses past him... she needs to sit, before she falls. What is that
noise? It can't be music!
"Beth Rawli": *the little gypsy looks up at
the big german and tilts her head* Och.. aulrecht darlin. be safe.
Kieth Leery: He attempts to guide he rto a chair motioning for a
girl near by to get some water.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She finds a booth and
slides into it, not quite cowering there, but not far from it as the world moves around
her in a confusing rush.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: He gives a chuckle
"Gunther's always safe. Take good care a will.." He reaches down to ruffle her
blonde mop and grins at will
William Halloran: He looks at Gunther and nods,
smiling amicably. "See you, Gunther. Thanks for comin' out with us."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She's hardly even aware of
Kieth's intentions when she ignores the chair in lieu of a booth.
"Beth Rawli": Och, ah'll treat hem recht..
*her hair is ruffled and she makes a lick at the neonazi's hand, teasing* g'necht
gunther.. *the will's face is stroked with a small pale hand. poor guy. booze in the face*
well.. reckon effen yer blink ah'll 'ave a better chance o taken ye en tha reng..aye?
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther starts a heavy tromp for
the door, looking about the place on his way out. The neo-nazi looking man shoots Lydia a
mean glare.. fuckin gyps are everywhere.. Keeps his heavy stride for the door.
"Beth Rawli": (thanks for playen
gunther-p!!))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((*L* Romanians Unite!
*waves banner*))
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((thanks guys. *G* lil's wakin
up. g'night.))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Drops her face into her
hands and rubs at her eyes. Was that glass of water there before?
William Halloran: ((Thanks for playing, Gun-P! Have
a good day, and congratulations!))
"Beth Rawli": (this aint no romanian! this
is a PIKEY. long since stopped being romanian! *laughs*)
Gunther Kasimir Berg: Gunther slides out the door and
lights up another black n mild before heading toward a shadier neightbood to make his
transaction.
Gunther Kasimir Berg: ((danke. *G*))
William Halloran: ((Point of Clarification, just for
the record: Romani (gypsies) and Romanians, for the record, are two different things.
Romani are not a nationally-based people, they come from all over the place. Think more of
a Jewish-based people. More appropriately called Rroma.))
William Halloran: ((Jewish in terms of being
world-wide and still a group of people.))
"Beth Rawli": ((he speaks the truth!)
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((Recruits the Jewish to
her banner too then. *g* And thanks.))
"Beth Rawli": *humming to the song playing
while the strip stage is empty, the pikey seems content on Will's lap, plying him with
jager. how on earth was she going to get this mountain of a man home?*
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She reaches for the glass
as though unsure if were illusory, and carries it to her lips. The waitress has apparently
given up on getting an answer from her about having a drink and walked off shaking her
head.
William Halloran: He blinks out the alcohol, finally
getting some of his sight back, though the eye has redness to match the other one now. He
shakes his head, sighing, until more jager is offered, and he takes it gratefully.
"Yer good people, ya know that, Ita?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Coughs into the glass
spilling a good deal of it before she sets it down. That was water.
"Beth Rawli": och ah kain darlin. *she
laughs and rubs his chest* Ah'm the virgen mary, ah'm.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Drops her head into her
hands again, the noise of the place beating down upon her as she tries to sort out what
happened.
William Halloran: "Naah, wouldn't go that
far." He grins, before it softens to a look of honest appreciation. "But yer
still good people. Thanks."
Kieth Leery: "its okay drink up" you look like you could
use it . standing off to the side of her booth.
"Beth Rawli": *she gives his ruined cheek a
kiss and nudges him with her nose, making a goofy face and smoothing his hair back* yer
welcome loves. yer good folks tae. ye deserve et.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Looks blearily up at the
owner of the voice. Is he real?
Kieth Leery: "are yew okay ma'am"
William Halloran: He smiles a little, then shakes
his head. "If you insist." Another shot goes back.
William Halloran
: 3,2,5,3,"Beth Rawli": och.. *she grins back and
slides off his lap, offering two tiny hands to help him stand* ye thenk yer 'eaden oome
alone than? rubbish! coome oon beggun, we've tae gie ye a cab afore ye fall doown an a
pikey cannae move ye.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: It soon resolves itself as
she leans over and vomits on the floor, most likely on Kieth's shoes.
"Beth Rawli": 9,9,5,9,
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Somewhere in the back of
her mind it occurs to her that was rather unladylike.
Kieth Leery: "whoah easy there. can i get you a cab?" meh
hes had worse on his boots...entrial intestines stuff like that.
"Beth Rawli": *vomitting.. her head cocks.
the little blonde grins, then looks up to the staggering mountain. . a wink to poor
Keith... better you than me buddy. she slips shades on and makes to help the big wrestler
up best she can*
William Halloran: 7,7,
William Halloran: He gets to his feet without too
much slipping, and starts to weave his way to the door with Ita.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: A cab, yes. She should
go home. Nodding slowly, not realizing she didn't speak aloud.
Kieth Leery: he nodded understanding the win k completely.
Kieth Leery: "all right come on I'll get you home...you know
where home is right?"
"Beth Rawli": *she slips an arm to his back
and tries to supposrt him, 2 foot height difference making the effort near comical* och
tha's a felly.. oot we gawn.
"Beth Rawli": 1,5,
"Beth Rawli": *way to help there pikey.. he
sways and her feet catch a bit of grease on the floor.. .. uh oh...*
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "Yesh..yess.."
Does she? Slides out of the booth, stepping the puddle of vomit.
William Halloran: 7,
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: (stepping IN the puddle..)
William Halloran: 9,3,
William Halloran: He looks down as Ita slips, and
even manages to catch her. "Whoa, there. You okay?"
"Beth Rawli": 7,2,
Kieth Leery: "all right just incase I'll ride with you to make
sure whoever you live with is there too okay?" Offering a hand for support.
"Beth Rawli": *a yelp, but she's caught, a
grateful smile up at him as she's put to rights. sheepish* Och.. an eer yer tha wan wha's
tankered. ..
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Blinks at the hand a
moment. "Mmmm..fine."
William Halloran: He grins a little, still swaying a
bit. "I got lotsa paractice acting while tankered, Ita." He puts a huge hand on
her shoulder, and starts moving back toward the door.
Kieth Leery: "jus twanna make sure your safe dangerous city
" guiding he rout the door or towards it.
"Beth Rawli": *she helps him towards the
door, shaking her head ruefully as she kicks open the door and helps him towards a taxi*
William Halloran: 4,
William Halloran: He does forget to duck his head,
though, and it bangs into the top of the frame. He rubs his head, chuckling, and follows
along to the taxi. "Whooopsie..."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Easily guided, she moves
towards the door, exiting behind the couple ahead of them.
Kieth Leery: And he waits for a cab for her..looking he rover to see
if she has apurse or something.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: 2,6,
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Barely manages to avoid
running into the mountain blocking the doorway.
"Beth Rawli": och jaysus.. watch yer melon
sweetlad.. *she cringes.. should have seen that coming.. when they get to the taxi she
makes sure he ducks his head the right amount, and singsthe address to the cabbie, hands
setting to work on the big drunk's bashed noggin*
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Finally steps outside,
leaving the noise of the club behind, her tattered senses reeling with the change.
William Halloran: He leans back in the taxi,
grinning a bit, drunkenly. "S'okay, Ita...I've had worse. Much, much worse."
Kieth Leery: "all right we'll grab the next cab okay."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Nods vaguely. Cabs are
orange.
"Beth Rawli": mm stell *fussy fuss fuss
fuss. she's pretting him with a concerned frown* ah should o had ye duck, drunk as ye are.
William Halloran: "Pshaw." He gives a
big-shouldered shrug. "S'not yer fault. Yer just tryin' to treat me to a good
time...and I 'preciate it, too. You and Gunther are the best friends I got, and I'm
thankful."
"Beth Rawli": och.. *she crawls into his
lap, nuzzling into his chin and giving him a hug* yer a wonder darlin. *and she continues
to lavish friendly affection on him as the cab putters nearer the Dolphin*
"Beth Rawli": (runs to get food!)
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Looks slowly around, eyes
travelling up the tall buildings.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((Nite Iters))
William Halloran: ((Hits pause on Will & Beth
until Chumble returns))
Kieth Leery: Come on this one will do. helping he rin and than into
the back net to her."you have your address?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Anothe cab finally pulls
up, replacing the one that left like a ghost. At least to her mind.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Finds herself bustled into
a cab and nods slowly, reciting an address that lies in the high rent district of
Manhattan.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((Oh, missed the purse
question. There's a corded pouch dangling around her left wrist.))
Kieth Leery: And he willa ccompany her to there (switch locationc?)
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: http://www.wodnyc.net/chat/dyny02.cgi
Kieth Leery: (doesnt matter she recited a address which means he
doesnt have to dig for id)
SCHLEMMER HOUSE
Kieth Leery: And in th ecab he rides with her. "so whats your
name?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: The cab takes them through
town and pulls up to what could only be described as a veritable mansion. The cabbie is in
a good mood, expecting a hell of a tip from anyone living here.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: A long pause as though she
has to think of it. "Lydia."
Kieth Leery: "Lydia nice to meet you..this your home?"
confimring.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Looks out the window of
the cab at the familiar sight and nods.
Kieth Leery: "all right wait here while i get her inside."
Standing to get the door and offering her his hand to help he rout.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Things are slowly fitting
together... the hand... she's supposed to take it, and she does, letting the man help her
out of the car.
Kieth Leery: "all right I'll get you inside and make sure who
ever lives here with you knows your home okay?"
: 9,7,
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Still holding his hand,
but fairly steady on her feet she lets him lead her to the gate, where she manages to
fumble in the entry code the first try.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: The wrought iron gate,
hums as a motor kicks in and slides smoothly open, closing behind them after they walk
through.
Kieth Leery: "Your looking a little better Lydia." he
offers a smile his mind on getting the woman home and inside dont think about sex r
anything
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: The mansion is perched on
a field of green, the driveway paved with brick. Old style lamp posts line the way as they
make their way to the door.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "Thank you..."
Trying the door and finding it open she walks into the foyer, hand in hand with Kieth.
Kieth Leery: He walks in with he rlooking around "hello"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Hangs her little pouch on
the coat rack, looking around like she's never seen the place before either, as she leads
him down the hall towards the living room. "Can I get you a drink?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: *Courtesy fills the void
where knowledge should be.*
Kieth Leery: "aye sure scotch if you have it"
Kieth Leery: Moving to take a seat. looking around for...well any one
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She pours them both a
scotch from the wet bar. The decor is ultra neuvo modern. The couch white with white
peacocks stitched on it. Lots of chairs, no entertainment center. This is a room for
social gatherings. She walks over and hands him one of the shot glasses. "I forgot
your name."
Kieth Leery: "so you live here all by yourself Lydia?"
Kieth Leery: "Kieth"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "No.." vaguely
waving her hand, then tossing back the scotch. "There are servants and such..."
Kieth Leery: he takes a drink. "Husband?"
David Schlemmer: ((Am
waiting for other scene to be over before starting up))
Kieth Leery: (thats fine)
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Goes to refill her shot
glass, and decides to just bring the bottle over, settling on the couch beside him.
"Yes..."
David Schlemmer: Speaking
of whom...he walks down the hallway, a man in his mid-thirties. He's attractive in that
way of being distinguished, with a bit of gray at the temples of his otherwise
well-combed, short light brown hair, and ice blue eyes. He's dressed in a white
button-down shirt, rolled up at the sleeves, and a pair of black slacks. His expression is
hardly pleasant, as he moves toward the living room.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer -> David Schlemmer: ((She's been out all night, btw.))
Kieth Leery: (anny one know the formulae for drug addiction in ww?)
Kieth Leery -> David Schlemmer: need
a dd?
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: 3,6,
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Refills her shot glass and
holds the bottle unsteadily towards him, stopping herself before she refills his, seeing
how its still full. "Drink up."
David Schlemmer: ((Yes.
If you go without your fix for more then 12 hours, then you have the points in the flaw
taken from all die rolls.))
Kieth Leery -> David Schlemmer: ((No
i meant to figure fi someones becoming addicted through out game play...say someone starts
taking depressants regularly)
David Schlemmer -> Kieth Leery: ((No, I know it.))
David Schlemmer -> Kieth Leery: ((Work it out with your ST))
Kieth Leery: He throws it back and hands it to her."thank
you."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Refills it and offers it
back with a lazy smile.
Kieth Leery: Smiles back to her. :is he around we should let him
know your home."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "I don't know where
he is."
David Schlemmer: He is
around, and he makes it obvious as he walks into the living room. He looks between Lydia
and Kieth, and at the alcohol being shared, then smiles coldly to Lydia with unpleasant
eyes. "Good evening, dear. You've brought...company."
Kieth Leery: He watches her husband come in. "Actualy Sir I
brought myself. Kinda met he ron accident and wanted to make sure she got home
safely"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Blinks slowly at the new
arrival, taking several minutes to figure out who he is, the lazy smile fading.
"David." This is David.
David Schlemmer: He
ignores the young man, his eyes and smile locked icily on Lydia. "Lydia. Where have
you been?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She's been been with Mick,
she's been in a bar, she's been in Hell, she's been in a cab. It all flashes through her
mind in a sudden melee of confusing images. "I don't know..." is all she can
manage.
David Schlemmer: "You've
given several horrendous excuses, Lydia. This is one of your worst."
Kieth Leery: He justsighs and sips the scotch waiting. "I met
her when she stummbled into the Vixen club down town she looked pretty much like that
...just more...out of it."
David Schlemmer: "The...Vixen
Club?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at Kieth like he's some kind of burglar he just
caught in the act. "And what, pray tell, is that?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "I'll try to do
better next time," she offers, her mind swimming with the memories of this man.
Kieth Leery: "A strip club downtown. She sorta walked in I sw
her stumbling figured someone might have attacke dher."
David Schlemmer: "Mmmm.
A strip club. How dignified you must be." He looks away from Kierth, back to Lydia.
"And what were you doing at a strip club, my dear?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Something tells her to
answer that question with a little care. Don't say stripping. "I... I don't
know." She sounds confused. How stoned is she? No telling what she's done to his
reputation.
Kieth Leery: She thought it was amatuer night? i just told you
she wanderd in disheveled what makes you think she has any clue what she was doing there?"thanks"
David Schlemmer: "You
can leave." It's directed to Kieth, without looking his way.
Kieth Leery: "thanks again....I was about to nyways like i said
just getting he rhome. Have a nice night lydia." Heading to let himself out(italics
with me are thoughts)
David Schlemmer: ((I am
aware.))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Her eyes follow the
departing Kieth, something dark and fearful rising in her as she looks back at David. He's
going to kill her. "Kieth! Wait!"
Kieth Leery: He stops...he knows that tone."yeah"
David Schlemmer: He
looks at Kieth as he walks out, smirking coldly. At least someone did what they were told.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Hurries after Kieth.
"I...I..." What? She what? Think of something! Fear is simply too new.
She doesn't know what to do with it. It's so debilitating? Is she shaking?
David Schlemmer: Or,
maybe not. His eyes pale, smirk fading from his face. "Maybe you didn't hear me
clearly. Get out."
Kieth Leery: "Are you all right ma'am?"
Kieth Leery: hand going to try for comforting. the biker apprently
ignores the man of the house at this turn of events.
David Schlemmer: "Touch
her and you'll regret it as long as you live."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She looks sort of dazed,
staring down at herself, then looking at her hands. I have hands. How can this be?
Looks back up at Kieth and shakes her head. "No."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She looks back towards
David. I'm afraid of him. How can THAT be?
Kieth Leery: "I regret alot of stuff. Lydia wanna get out of
here with me. I think maybe you need some help."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Nods slowly. She needs
something all right. Her heart is racing, she feels light headed and weak.
David Schlemmer: "If
you take my wife out of here, Kieth, I will call the police. And they will know
that you are responsible for her current state, in order to take advantage of and kidnap
her." He stares the man down, arms crossed over his chest.
Kieth Leery: "And than the police will see that I didnt do
anything, cause I didn't come on the cabs still waiting."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: I can't know fear.
David Schlemmer: "The
police will know that you came to my home with my wife, drugged, and when I came in, you
both were drinking alcohol. They will look at you, they will look at me, and they will
make the right call. You're scum of society. I'm money. You will go to prison."
David Schlemmer: "Or
more to the point, you are an invader in my home, having drugged my wife in order to do
so. I have the right to shoot you. No one would stop me."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Yet she looks at David,
and she does.
Kieth Leery: "look buddy. I'm just trying to get he rhelp here.
And money doesn't solve everything in fact makes a lot more problems for people. heading
for the door waiting for he rto follow or stay.
David Schlemmer: "Lydia,
you WILL stay." It has that tone that will brook no disobediance.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Flinches when David uses that
tone, and hesitates. It will only be worse if she leaves and returns later. Far worse.
Kieth Leery: He looks to he rwhen she flinches suppressing a fient growl.
Kieth Leery: He concentrates on Lydia for a moment.
David Schlemmer: "Come
here. Right. Now."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Her spine stiffens in
surprise and her eyes go wide.
David Schlemmer: ((Kieth,
if you're using a Gift, please post it. I'm ST'ing this scene.))
Kieth Leery -> David Schlemmer: (sorry
used mindspeak and since i asked if she was resisting i didnt roll it since she apprently
wasnt)
Kieth Leery: ((used mind speech)
David Schlemmer: ((When
a scene is moderated by an ST, it is expected that all use of Gifts or Supernatural
abilities be posted or PM'd to the ST, because there may be things involved that will
interfere or may be able to detect such things.))
David Schlemmer: ((Cool.))
Kieth Leery: (sorry)
David Schlemmer: ((S'okay.
That's for future reference, so you know, is all. *G*))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She doesn't respond
immediately to David, standing there lost in another world for the moment. She looks a
little incredulous, in fact.
David Schlemmer: He
looks at Lydia, raising an eyebrow as she stiffens and widens her eyes. He then looks back
to Kieth. "You have thirty seconds to leave. Starting now."
Kieth Leery: He's backing up but slowly. He's trying to be the nice
guy. he knows this is gonna maybe get him into trouble. But damn it at least he isnt
thinking with his penis
David Schlemmer: He
pulls out his cell phone from his pocket, typing in 9-1-1 and holding it up, hand on
'Send,' ready to push.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Lowers her head and rubs
her temples. This is just too incredible.
David Schlemmer: "Twenty
seconds."
Kieth Leery: "good nigh lydia"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "Thank you,
Kieth." Voice small and frightened.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She looks back at David.
He really have this man put in jail.
Kieth Leery: "My offer still stands." Standing at the door
way.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She knows it, as if it's
already happened. And it amazes her that she knows it.
David Schlemmer: The
cold, satisfied smirk returns as Kieth goes to leave again.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((and 2 posts up..should
have read: He really WILL have this man put in jail))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She lowers her eyes like a
beaten dog. "You should go Kieth. He will have you put in jail."
David Schlemmer: "Damn
right I will."
Kieth Leery: "not the worst place I've been." opening the
door to leave and stepping out he'll take his sweet time goingto the car too.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "Thank you for
helping me get home." Her voice soft, perhaps lost as he moves away. She slowly looks
over at David.
David Schlemmer: He
glances over to Lydia, giving a smile that promises ugliness soon, and then looks back to
Kieth as he heads out.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Swallows, her mouth
suddenly dry. One part of her says this is going to be bad, the other says this is going
to be good.
Kieth Leery: "no problem." People this is why I hate
them. I have half a mind to go back and chew hsi face off. heading out.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "Nothing
happened," she suddenly blurts out.
Kieth Leery: Stragglign to say the least. and mentally wincing at
the chunk of change hes out for the cab ride.
David Schlemmer: "Mmmm.
I'm sure." He looks at her, arms still folded over her chest, expecting her to come
to him.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Swallows, her arms darting
about the room like a trapped animal looking for a way out, as she oh so slowly walks over
to him, that amazing sense of fear building in her.
Kieth Leery: (and i'll assume its gonna take him a few minutes to
leave...but after that im just gonna watch if its okay)
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((Yeesh. arms = eyes! *L*
That just reads silly.))
David Schlemmer: He
watches her approach, his eyes a mask. He's trying to remain calm. Remember, restraint.
But not too much.
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "Shall I fix
dinner?" she offers a little hopefully.
David Schlemmer: "It's
a little late for dinner, Lydia." He shakes his head. "Christ. Do you even know
what time it is?"
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: "N-no." Late. It
must be late. He doesn't like it when she stays out late.
David Schlemmer
: "It's almost 2:30 in the morning." He sneers a little. "And you can't honestly tell me what you've been doing for ALL this time?"David Schlemmer
-> David Schlemmer: 6,6,David Schlemmer
: 8,2,9,3,David Schlemmer
: ((Roll WP vs. 7, resisted with his WP vs. 7))Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She finally gets herself
under control and looks fearfully up at David.
David Schlemmer: He
looks down, averting her gaze as she looks up, almost fearful that those red orbs will be
starng at her again. "I'm... sorry, Lydia. I'm so, so sorry..."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: Rubs her nose and gets
slowly to her feet. "David? Are you really?"
David Schlemmer: He
nods, remaining staring at the floor. "I am...so...sorry..." He wipes at his
face, and the tear tracks running down. "I didn't... I just... I'm sorry, I am."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: She steps close and hugs
him, wiping her nose on his shoulder, tears threatening to take her again. "Oh,
David. I just... I just want it be like it was when we first met again." Lydia's
angst is going to drive her wild, but she needs her. Needs her knowledge of the world. And
she needs David as well. The bastard had best keep his pact or she will skewer his
soul.
David Schlemmer: He
hugs her back, tightly. "I'll never do it again...it'll be just like before, I
promise."
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer -> David Schlemmer: ((and we can fade here if you like?))
David Schlemmer -> Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((Sure. I likes me some Ravener Slayer. *G*))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer -> David Schlemmer: ((You have no idea how good that makes me feel. *S* Was gonna ask
you what you thought. If it seemed appropriate for the type cast.))
David Schlemmer -> Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((She's awesome. I think you've got it down REALLY well. That is
how a smart Ravener acts.))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer -> David Schlemmer: ((Heh, she's a lying bitch. *g* Thanks.))
Lydia Malandra Schlemmer: ((dropping nick, thanks
for the game!))