Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Wanders
in. He's been here once before, after all, and they had decent coffee. And it's
coffee he gets, forgoing the spice, mocha, sprinkles, foam, pumpkin, sugar,
cream, milk, half-and-half, styrofoam, peppermint schnapps, crude oil, bleach,
and whatever the hell people insist on dumping into their coffee out here. Naw,
just plain old coffee.....*
Gimmic: He pushes the door open with his back,
mainly because his hands are occupied with a shoebox that rattles slightly as he
moves in and places it down on a table.
He has white hair that’s static and often singed, he wears black rimmed strapped
goggles either on his forehead or over his eyes, and a white lab coat… well it
was once white, now it’s greasy and mucky and stained. Under that he wears black
trainers, a pair of mucky blue jeans and a black T shirt. He’s nothing special
to look at, physically, but he always looks edgy and nervous, like maybe he’s
drunk far too much coffee. He stands 5 foot 5, shorter than most guys and looks
to be in the later half of his teens somewhere.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Back outside
with his cup of coffee, stepping aside for Gimmic.*
*His face. The left side of his face, in particular. It just draws the eye, and
not in a good way, either. After a good long look at... that... an observer may
notice that otherwise he'd have been fairly good-looking; more or less tall,
decent build, neat and clean clothing. Some may even recognize the dark hair
hanging on either side of his face in the ~peyot~, the traditional hairstyle of
the Jewish warrior--those who actually know there was such a thing. And
Garou--Get of Fenris in particular--may well recognize him as the Kinfolk who
killed a man with his bare hands and another with a sword, somewhere north of
Minneapolis. But his ~face~... The entire left side of it, from the tip of his
nose to the middle of his ear, from his chin to his hairline, is marked by some
kind of acid. Baby-pink skin clashes with ridged scar tissue until it looks like
the plateued and mountainous landscape of some distant planet, or the browned
and wrinkled skin of a rotten apple, or... it's just ~bad~. A black silk
eyepatch covers his left eye, leading one to wonder--if he'll leave the scarred
and ruined contours of his face bare to the world and yet go through the effort
and discomfort to cover his eye, what does ~that~ look like?* (Fame 1)
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He makes his way
down the street, rolling his shoulders as he heads with quick, direct steps
toward the cafe. The man is dressed in his usual work regalia...this is a man
who works 7 days a week, after all, when he can get away with it. Hell, he'd
work 8 days a week if he could figure out how. He gives a glance around before
moving to the cafe.
Lean and hungry. Poised and dangerous. That’s the words that come to mind when
looking upon him. He cuts a striking figure, standing just under six feet and
weighing around 160 to 170 pounds. He has a full face, just a hint of tan to
otherwise fair skin, frame by shortly cropped, brown hair, a professional cut.
Brown eyes carry a look of cocky intelligence to them…this isn’t some mook off
the street, this man was born into greatness, and he knows it. He’s dressed in a
Italian wool suit, charcoal grey, with vest and a silk tie. Black cap shoes
complete the ensemble. He’s got an attitude to him…a look that’s not quite
arrogance, not quite simple confidence, but somewhere in between. The world is
his…it just needs to realize it.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Ack! De
color!))
Joshua Coil: *He should make an imposing
figure. Tall, muscular, naturally athletic, he doesn't seem the type to worry
about attacks. Yet from the slight fall of his ear-length black hair, there
starts a scar, from one side of his neck, through the throat, to the other. A
fatal stroke that has faded to an ugly red welt. He is not hard on the eyes,
with surprisingly warm hazel-green eyes, almond shaped. His smile seems rare,
replaced by either a sarcastic smirk or a calm, unreadable expression. His head
is usually lowered, as if aware he sticks out in a crowd, or to make himself
smaller.* http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/josh.html
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
d10: Per+Alertness: 6,8,6,3,
Joshua Coil:
d10: Per+Alert: 5,7,10,9,3,
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He notes
Joshua, and gives the man a nod as he walks up. Mordecai is given a quick glance
and a smirk.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2):
d10: Per : 2,6,8,
Joshua Coil: *He raises his chin to
Frankie. And then lowers it again, to swivel his head to the stranger.*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to the
both of them as he finds a table to sit down at, looking out over the street for
a moment before turning his attention to his coffee.*
Gimmic: He glances to Mord with a suspicious look as
he slips past him, keeping the contents of his box hidden from the man as best
he can and sliding into a seat setting the box on the table and begining to sift
through it.
Joshua Coil: *He gulps his coffee.
Quickly, evenly.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He makes his
way inside for a coffee, nothing more. Simple house blend.
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: [open? or closed?]
Gimmic: Glanced up as Frankie, passes by, a slightly
twitcy look, and back down, leaning over the shoe box he begins sifting through
whatever's contained in it, the rattling sound of metal and plastic against each
other and themselves.
Gimmic: ((open if it's ok with others))
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((The more the
merrier, I figger.))
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Open!))
Joshua Coil: *He huffs slightly.
Remaining, as ever, vigilant. He twitches slightly, and looks over his
shoulder.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His coffee
bought, he makes his way back out to the street and takes a seat at a table near
Joshua. He glanes over at Gimmic with a raised brow, watching him sort through
the box, then looks back to Joshua. "Hey, Coil. How you been?"
Joshua Coil: *He looks back to Frankie.*
All right, *he grunts, his voice a horrid rendition of what should be a pleasant
sound. And of course, the words sound almost forced, and without great feeling
behind it.* You?
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: [thanks!] ~Tall and
leggy at 5'7", she exudes more of a tomboy air to her than the Irish beauty she
can be when she tries. Being a cool night she wears a simple cableknit red
sweater, jeans, black riding boots, with her long and her longish tight curly
red hair hair worn down. She walks into the place, stopping at the door and
taking a look around. [pic in gallery]~
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs,
picking up his coffee and raising it to his lips. "Eh. Been awright. Always
workin', y'know? Just makin' my way."
Joshua Coil: I need to speak to your boss.
*His voice is grating, but serious in that moment.*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Just takes a
drink of his coffee, relaxing.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Oh, yeah?"
He sets the cuop down, looking over to Joshua with some interest now. Meagan
gets a brief once over, appraising, and a nod before he looks back to Joshua.
"S'goin' down?"
Joshua Coil: That's what I need to know,
*he says, perhaps too somberly. Meagan gets a look. But he keeps his eyes above
the neck. Either taken or gay.*
Gimmic: Looks back from his position leaning
slightly, but after that popping head back into his booth after noting meag, and
resuming his search through the box.
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~deciding it's an
alright place, she finds a place to sit down, not too far from the others there.
the ones who have noticed her, she gives a pleasant smile to as well.~
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to
Meagan and settles back, finishing off his cup.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ahh. I
getcha." He nods a little bit. "Just in a more general sense, then, ya mean."
Joshua Coil: *He nods.* In regards to
business that we share in common, yes.
Gimmic: He starts taking some of the pieces out've
the box, some go on the table others into the pockets of the lab coat. looking
up and around periodically before returning to his bits and pieces.
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~Modecai gets a smile
as well. when a waitress passes by, she stops her long enough to order some
fries and a grilled cheese sandwich.~
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ya need me
to set something up for ya, or d'ya know how to get ahold of 'im yerself?" He
gives a quick glance around the vicinity, eyes settling on each of the people
around as he says it.
Joshua Coil: I would need your help, yes.
*He nods, and raises a hand. Scary, scary man. Poor waitress. He asks for
another pumpkin spice latte, skim milk.*
Gimmic: Goggled eyes meet back as chance and he puts
an arm to protect the bits he has on his table, pushing the box round so that
the bits are between the wall and box sheltered before removing his hand.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He considers
a little bit, then nods. "Awright. I think I might be able t'getcha a conference
with 'im."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Gets up and
goes inside to get his second coffee, sitting down at the same table.
Joshua Coil: Thank you, *he grunts. And
finally, his attention turns to Gimmic, in all of his curiosity.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He snorts a
little at Gimmic's protective gesture over his odds and ends, shaking his head.
"Ain't gonna take yer shit, ya can relax."
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~sticks earbuds into
her ears while she waits for her order~
Gimmic: He shifts uncomfortable and figity when
attention is fixed on him and starts replacing bits in the box.
Gimmic: "No your not." he agrees with a nod, but
continues to put them in the box anyway.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smirks a
little, amused at Gimmic's answer. "I mean, I don't wanna take yer shit."
His eyes fall back over to Meagan, watching her for a moment.
Joshua Coil: *And as Frankie's eyes go
THATaway, Josh's go in the opposite direction, keeping vigilant watch.*
Gimmic: "I didn't say you did." he says everything
now back in the box he shifts his goggles to his forehead.
Joshua Coil: Give it up. Some people are
crazy, *he mutters.*
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~food arrives, she
thanks the waitress and starts pouring ketchup on her plate for the fries, while
waiting for the food to cool a little~
Joshua Coil: *He sniffs the air, and he
does look over to Meagan's plate.*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Watches the
conversation, but shrugs and puts his attention back to his coffee.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah," he
says to Joshua, chuckling a little bit at Gimmic. "I've noticed that."
Gimmic: he looks slightly puzzled but starts to get
up, collecting his box with him, a a quick glance around, and then he starts to
move away.
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~starts dipping fries
into the ketchup and looks to be enjoying her small meal~
Joshua Coil: *He licks his lips idly, and
then looks up as the waitress - poor, poor waitress - delivers his coffee, and
he requests a late night snack of a bacon swiss burger.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks away
from Gimmic as he walks off, then looks back over to Joshua. "So, you an' Andy
made up yet?" Mordecai's casual eavesdropping gets a glance and a slight frown.
Joshua Coil: Mmh. *He shrugs.* She didn't
fire me. Nor did she contact me about recent events. I can only assume she still
hates me.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Doubt it."
He shakes his head. "She's just pissed at th' world right now. Quit bouncin' at
Wyld Nights...came t' me for a job. She's goin' ta school er somethin'...gettin'
her life on track, I hope. So I put 'er t' work."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *With his attention
back on his coffee he notices neither the new topic of conversation nor the
frown.*
Joshua Coil: That's good. For her, as well
as for her daughter. Perhaps it will help with her self-esteem as well.
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~finishes the sandwich
and fries and asks for the check~
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He grunts a
little, sipping at his coffe. "Maybe. We'll see on that."
Joshua Coil: *He looks over his shoulder.
And he shrugs.* I don't even know if she needs my services any more. If your
people are on it.
Meagan Flanagan [pb2]: ~check brought back
over, she pulls out plenty of cash to pay plus tip and gets up, heading out.~
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: His eyes
shift back over to Meagan when she speaks up and asks for the check. She's
certainly the most appealing thing to look at in the vicinity, after all.
Joshua Coil: *He snorts slightly, and he
taps the plate as it arrives.* To go, please. I should be getting home.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Didn't say
we were on it, Coil. I mean yeah...we take care-a our own. But she's an employee
now. She ain't my girl, an' I don't wanna make her think I'm gonna be. The
boys'll make sure she's awright when she's workin', but...I mean, c'mon, this is
fuckin' Andy. Girl's like a match t' gasoline when it comes t' startin' trouble,
ya know?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Watches
Meagan leave, then tosses back the last of his coffee.*
Joshua Coil: Yes. And we all know that
I can't keep an eye on her all the time. I get into enough trouble on my own.
Likely she should find someone else to protect her. Someone who is more focused.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns a
little bit, but shrugs. "S'between you an' her, Coil. Ain't none-a my business
anymore."
Joshua Coil: No, it's JUST your business, *he says
with a grunt.* Good night, Mr. Giardini. Do you have my cell number?
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: That answer
makes him frown deeper. He nods to the question. "Yeah, I got it." He nods.
"Have a good one. Take it easy, eh?"
Joshua Coil: *He nods. Taking the box with him, and
the last of his coffee to head on home.*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Stands,
considers going inside for a third, then shrugs, tosses his cup in the trash,
and heads for the sidewalk.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Ack! Sorry,
Red, got yoinked in another direction there.)) He looks up at Mordecai as he
starts to walk off, watching him closely.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: ((*G* NP ))
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Nods to
Giardini, wondering why the extra attention.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: The nod is
returned with a brief one of his own, as he takes a sip off his coffee. "Hey.
How you doin'?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: Well enough, I
suppose. And yourself?
Greenfoot: {{ Scene open?
}}
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: ((Ayup.))
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs a
little. "Ain't complainin'. Even if I could, ain't no point in it. Don't fix
nothin'."
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Open!))
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Chuckles.*
That's certainly true.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smirks
a little bit and rises, leaning over to offer his hand. "Francesco Giardini. How
ya doin'?"
Luis Ruiz: * The man comes wandering up the
sidewalk and does a doubletake when he sees people actualy siting outside the
coffeehouse. With a shake of his head and a like crooked smile he heads for the
door that promises coffee and maybe a donut. *
Luis Ruiz: * Here stands a once handsome
man. His features are latino and the accent is there to go along with it. Maybe
Cuba? At five feet and eight inches he is not tall, but coiled into that small
frame is a seemingly boundless potential to do harm. His face is thin and devoid
of fat and the eyes are a deep brown. His hair is black and trimed in a high and
tight. The dominating feature is the large scar that covers the right side of
his neck, stealing away any beauty that might have remained on the once handsome
face. On the left hand there is a large class ring with a diamond seting. He
looks to be in his mid to late twenties. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a
black tee-shirt that reads " Kennedy's car has killed more people than my gun. "
*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Shakes the
man's hand.* Mordecai Goldshtein. And I've been just fine.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He glances
up, noting Luis as he walks up to the coffeehouse. He gives the man an
appraising once-over as he walks by.
Luis Ruiz -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
{{ Perception roll if he is checking this guy out closely. }}
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *His face. The
left side of his face, in particular. It just draws the eye, and not in a good
way, either. After a good long look at... that... an observer may notice that
otherwise he'd have been fairly good-looking; more or less tall, decent build,
neat and clean clothing. Some may even recognize the dark hair hanging on either
side of his face in the ~peyot~, the traditional hairstyle of the Jewish
warrior--those who actually know there was such a thing. And Garou--Get of
Fenris in particular--may well recognize him as the Kinfolk who killed a man
with his bare hands and another with a sword, somewhere north of Minneapolis.
But his ~face~... The entire left side of it, from the tip of his nose to the
middle of his ear, from his chin to his hairline, is marked by some kind of
acid. Baby-pink skin clashes with ridged scar tissue until it looks like the
plateued and mountainous landscape of some distant planet, or the browned and
wrinkled skin of a rotten apple, or... it's just ~bad~. A black silk eyepatch
covers his left eye, leading one to wonder--if he'll leave the scarred and
ruined contours of his face bare to the world and yet go through the effort and
discomfort to cover his eye, what does ~that~ look like?* (Fame 1)
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Luis Ruiz:
((Oh, but of course. *S*))
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
d10: Per+Alertness: 3,7,9,9,
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: ((*G* Yeah,
whatever it is, I'd say he saw it.))
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
"Moredcai...Jewish, right?" He says to to the man, though his attention is still
on Luis.
Luis Ruiz -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
{{ There is a slight buldge at the man waist under his shirt on the right side
of his body. }}
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Nods.* Indeed.
*shrugs.* Not exactly Orthodox, I'm afraid, but still...
Luis Ruiz: * He steps inside the place and
heads for the counter to order a cup. While he is standing there he checks out
the cover of the early edition. *
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods.
"Catholic myself. Ain't exactly Orthodox myself, either." A little chuckle.
Luis Ruiz:
d10: per/inteligence: 8,1,7,5,4,8,
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Chuckles.* Not
exactly common in this town, anyway.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He keeps an
eye on Luis until he's in the cafe, then looks back. "Eh. You got a fair share-a
devouts. Big of a city as this is, yer bound t' run into a few, y'know?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Nods.* And
there are a few... Congregations--synagogues, cathedrals, whatever's appropriate
to the situation. And I suppose you'll find more Jews of any kind here than
nearly any other city. *Chuckles.* All the same, this city doesn't exactly lend
itself to devoutness...
Luis Ruiz: * Once the coffee arrives the man
pays for it and turns around, looking out the window at the two men as he heads
for the door again. *
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Naah, guess
not." He shrugs a little, glancing around, then back to him. "Could be worse,
though. Could be in the fuckin' South, y'know?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *chuckles.*
I've never been to the South, in truth, but there are Jews down there as well.
Luis Ruiz: * He steps outside and makes his
way over to the table as he takes a sip from the cup, grimacing slightly as the
coffee stings his lips. * " Morning boys. Little cool out to be taking in the
night air, si? "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *shrugs.*
Luis>>I'm used to it.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Too many
hardcore religious freaks down there." He looks over to Luis, shrugging a little
bit. "Gettin' used to th' night chill, finally. Heya."
Luis Ruiz: * He nods to them both and then
fixes his eyes on Goldshtein. * " Had not heard that you were in the city,
Mordecai. "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: I didn't
exactly put out announcements. Do I know you?
Luis Ruiz: * He shakes his head. * "
Probably not. I keep my rep a little closer to the vest than you have managed to
keep yours. You might say that we are distant cousins. "
Luis Ruiz: * As an afterthought he smiles
again and says... * " Sorry I did not mean to be rude. My name is Luis. "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Chuckles.*
Not exactly a good sign, but good to meet you anyway, cousin. *Extends a hand.*
And I believe you already know mine.
Luis Ruiz: * He shakes the hand and then
takes another sip. * " Who is your hombre here? "
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ain't no
hombra. Just met 'im." He smiles a tiny bit and extends a hand to Luis.
"Francesco Giardini."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *shrugs.* I'm
afraid I just met the fellow.
Luis Ruiz: " Cool. Is it alright if I call
you Frank? "
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Frankie's
fine if ya gotta shorten it."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (open? if so.. venue?)
Luis Ruiz: {{ Open as far as I know. }}
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: ((Wide-open.
*G* And I think they're all Garou, but either way, it's public. Patio outside a
coffeehouse.))
Luis Ruiz: * He nods again. * " So do the
two of you mind if I join you? "
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (killer. slap me if you
need a full dd) The street kid rolls along the sidewalk on his board, dark eyes
scanning the area for.. anything really. Shaggy bangs hiding a majority of his
expression. He has his lanky hands shoved apathetically in the front pouch of
his oversized hoodie. Clean, surprisingly. But reeking of liquor.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Shrugs.* By
all means.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Yay, Andy!
:) ))
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Naah,
feel free." He glances over his shoulder to note Andy as he makes his way in
their direction.
Luis Ruiz: * He pulls out a chair and takes
a seat before looking back to Mordecai. * " So why have you come here? Last I
heard you were out in the midwest somewhere. "
Grace Brenner: ( room for a Grace? ;) )
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (far as I know. But I just
butted my way in myself) He peers over to the coffeehouse, a subtle squint cast
to the tables. A brief stare to Mordecai before he nods and scoops up his board.
Walking the rest of the distance.. manners and all.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: ((Ayup. C'mon
in.)) *Chuckles.* Last you heard? I don't exactly wander. *shrugs.* I got a job
teaching at NYU.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2:
d10: Per : 1,7,8,
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Nods to Andy.*
Good eve, Andy.
Luis Ruiz: " Outstanding. " * He takes
another sip and chuckles. * " I teach too. What do you do, Frankie? "
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Bring 'er
in!))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Eve's a bitch in a
figleaf." He mumbles, cracking a tiny smile. "How you doin, scarface?" He looks
over to the others briefly.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He moves to
take a seat again, looking over to Luis. "I run a shippin' company based outta
the Garment District. Contracts with several trucking groups to get stuff from
here t' wherever, or vice versa."
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He meets
Andy's gaze, appraising the skater, and gives him a brief nod. "How you doin'."
Luis Ruiz: * He nods again and looks over to
Andy, trying to place the face. *
Grace Brenner: And there's Grace, walking
down the street, though she's looking... quite different from usual. She's
wearing make-up, for one, black and silver, skillfully applied to hide the
shadows around her eyes and the tired lines on her face, though a closer look
would still reveal them. Her hair is up, divided into several knots. Wearing a
black jacket and black and pink UFO dance pants.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Nods to Luis.*
What do you teach?
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: "Same ol bullshit. You
know how it goes." He pauses, considering. "Or.. maybe you don't. In which
case.. it must suck to be you."
Luis Ruiz: " I am a self defense instructor
at a company called First Defense. Its over in the Bronx. Down in Hunts Point. "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Nods.* So that
your students get plenty of practice?
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He looks back to Mordecai.
"I hope I'm not like.. bustin anything up. I can book if I'm intruding or
whatever."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2:
d10: Per : 6,7,7,
Grace Brenner: She was heading past the
cafe, but noticing familiar figures, she hesitates for a moment, then heads
over. "Evening, boys."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: Andy>>Of course
not. By all means, have a seat. *Loks up and nods to Grace.* Good eve, Grace.
How have you been?
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He looks over when he
hears the voice, shoulders slumping slightly when he sees who it is. "Oh.. hey."
He sounds.. almost disappointed.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He raises an
eyebrow at Andy's response. "Odds are, if it's goin', I know about it." he
glances over at Luis when he mentions First Defense, watching him for a moment.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He takes a seat, setting
his skateboard across his lap. Posture terrible.
Luis Ruiz: {{ Another DD drop since there
are so many new folks. }} * Here stands a once handsome man. His features are
latino and the accent is there to go along with it. Maybe Cuba? At five feet and
eight inches he is not tall, but coiled into that small frame is a seemingly
boundless potential to do harm. His face is thin and devoid of fat and the eyes
are a deep brown. His hair is black and trimed in a high and tight. The
dominating feature is the large scar that covers the right side of his neck,
stealing away any beauty that might have remained on the once handsome face. On
the left hand there is a large class ring with a diamond seting. He looks to be
in his mid to late twenties. Dressed in a pair of black jeans and a black
tee-shirt that reads " Kennedy's car has killed more people than my gun. " *
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives a quiet laugh to
Frankie. "Right on. That's.. cool. I guess."
Luis Ruiz: * He shrugs. * " I think it was
so that the lease would be cheap. The hood has improved a little since the
school opened down there. "
Grace Brenner: While her steps are steady
enough, and her speech not slurring, anyone with an eye for such could see the
girl's been drinking. And for Grace, to show that she must have drunk a lot
indeed. "Peachy." She responds to Mordecai, before arching a brow at Andy. "That
excited to see me, huh?"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives a quiet bitter
laugh to grace. "Tickled. Hell.. I thought it'd take you and maya a good week to
peel your heads out of Hauser's ass. Sleep well last night?"
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs to
Andy. "Yeah, it works fer me." He looks up to Grace, giving her a different kind
of appraising look. "Heya."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: *Sighs and
gets ready to step between them.* ((*G* I am such an idiot....))
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (hey now.. I think you've
got andy confused for my woman basher. he's usually.. so sweet. If you're deaf)
Grace Brenner: A smile was forming on her
face, but at Andy's comment it vanishes. "Excuse me? Hauser can go fuck himself
for all I care--" With an effort, she stops there, before saying smething
vicious.
Luis Ruiz: * He smiles broadly at the woman
curse. *
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He casually smirks over to
Grace, leaning back in his seat. "Right. That must be the booze talking."
Grace Brenner: "What the fuck is your
problem now?" What with Andy's comments, her attention is focused on him.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2: Let it be,
Andy.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Mention of
Hauser brings a bit of a dark look to his face, and he sighs when the argument
escalates. "An' here I thought I was gonna have a night without havin' any
pissin' contests. Fuck, it's like bein' at work, only without the actual work."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He ignores Mordie. "It's
cool, babe. I have nothing against you personally. In fact.. I thought we were
tight. I mean.. not only did you sit there and let your homeboy Hauser blatantly
rip on me for shit I can't help.. but damnit.. you drank all my gin. That's low,
grace. Real low." From his apathetic tone, it's hard to tell if the kid's joking
or not. Regardless, he seems quite comfortable in his seat. He stares up to
grace.
Grace Brenner: "I drank no more than you
offered." Calmer, now, but her tone is... colder. "He's not my 'homeboy' and you
know it. And how exactly am I supposed to stop him?"
Luis Ruiz: * He glances back to Frankie... *
" I never thought of the trucking business as a highly confrontational gig. "
Grace Brenner: ( cloned up )
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He smirks down to his lap,
shifting his weight idly. "Dude.. whatever."
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Then ya
never met my employees," he says to Luis with a chuckle. "Good guys...we're
pretty tight. Hella workers, y'know? But it's like baby-sittin' sometimes."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Chuckles.*
Frank>>Wait until you see a class of college students....
Grace Brenner: "Unbelievable." Shaking her
head, she looks from Andy to the other three. "Sorry about that, boys. Obviously
I... made a mistake. Have a good night."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He raises a lanky hand to
grace. "Seeya round. Have fun being more important than everyone else. Must be
exausting."
Luis Ruiz: * He looks up to Grace and nods.
* " Dont run away. I think you can take the little guy. "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *shrugs.* I'd
rather have you here than him, Grace. Please, join us.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks over
at Grace and Andy a moment, frowning. "Hey. Hold up." He looks over to Grace.
"You. You're Grace, I hear that right?"
Luis Ruiz: * Then to Frankie again... * " So
they go at each others throats pretty hard, huh? "
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy doesn't look terribly
surprised. He pushes himself up, pulling his chair out and motioning for grace
to sit. "Yeah.. my bad. You'd think after last night I would have heard THAT one
coming."
Grace Brenner: Andy's comment makes her
stop, and for a moment, she just stares at him. Hurt.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He glances at
Andy next. "An' you...yer Andy?"
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He does raise
a hand to Luis, a silent motion to ask for just a second before answering.
Grace Brenner: "You don't know me at all,
Andy." Softly said, before glancing briefly to Frankie. "That's my name, yes."
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns over to
frankie. "Kinda." He looks back to grace, motioning to the chair again. "Come
on.. sit the fuck down, MA'AM. Get you anything, massa'?"
Luis Ruiz: * He nods, seeing that something
is going on under the radar as he takes a sip of coffee. *
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods to grace. "Ooooh..
I get it. It's alright for you people to generalize about my family.. but it
would be an ~atrocity~ for me to assume that you're like the rest of those
assholes you bum around with. Fuck you, grace. You're a hypocrite."
Grace Brenner: She makes no move to sit.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Listens,
thinking.*
Grace Brenner: "I never said a goddamn
word about your family."
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Hey, Andy.
Shut the fuck up a moment. Let a man speak before ya finish up yer snipin' war"
He rises from his seat, rolling his shoulders. "Y'see...I was sittin' at this
particular table first. By my count, that makes it mine. Which means it's my
rules. And that's one-a two things. Either ya both sit the fuck down and be
civil while yer here--bite each other's heads off if ya want once yer outta
earshot, I don't give a fuck--or neither of ya sit down. So if one-a ya walks
away, the other better get t' steppin'. Clear?"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods to frankie.
"Oh. Alright, my bad. I didn't realize you were a dick. Been fun.. I think I'll
opt for the 'not being at your table' thing. Seeya." He starts wandering off.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Sighs.*
Children....
Grace Brenner: She watches Andy walk away,
a deeply hurt look on her face.
Luis Ruiz: * He watches the kid walk off and
then takes another sip. *
Grace Brenner: She glances back to
Frankie, clearing her throat softly before trusting herself to speak. "Yeah.
Sorry. I didn't know he..." She shakes her head. "Yeah, I'm going." A look to
Mordecai. "Goodnight."
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs as
Andy starts to walk away, not minding in the least. "See ya, kid. Ain't ruinin'
my night with a shoutin' match in front-a me." He settles down into his seat,
looking back to Luis. "Sorry 'bout that. Where were we?"
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: When he gets to the
sidewalk, he clacks his board to the concrete, slams his worn sneakers atop the
thing and pushes off. Not a quick retreat.. just leaving in the direcion he'd
been going. He doesn't seem to mind being shooed away. Most likely.. he's used
to it.
Luis Ruiz: " We were talking about your
labor relations I think. "
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He looks up
to Grace, shrugging. "S'awright. Rules are rules, though, so no sittin' here.
'course, there's plenty-a tables right nearby." He gestures to the tables mere
feet away. "Ain't my fault the kid decided to tuck tail an' run." He looks back
to Luis. "Ahh, yeah. Yeah, they get into it pretty hard. We're all like
brothers, really, an' y'can imagine how that goes when there's fifteen siblins'
around."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((Bloody machine....))
*Hasn't sat down yet, although likely he would in a second.* Grace>>Want a cup
of coffee before you go, then? *Gestures to the door.*
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Chuckles
slightly.* That would work as well.
Luis Ruiz: * He nods at that. * " Yeah I can
see that. Brothers play rough. Thats normal. "
Grace Brenner: Just shakes her head mutely
at Frankie, quite possibly not in the mood to socialize after that lovely
incident. She looks up and down the street, hesitating for a moment before
coming to a decision. Tucking her hands into her pockets, she heads back the way
she came, rather than the way she was headed.
Grace Brenner: Over her shoulder to
Mordecai. "Nah, I'm going back for another drink. Or three."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods to the
other two.* Just a moment. *And heads off Grace's way, catching up to her.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He watches
Grace head off with another little shrug, then looks back to Luis. "Yeah, it is.
Aggravatin' as all hell sometimes, but it's still good, y'know?"
Grace Brenner: Her steps slowing as
Mordecai catches up, but not stopping. A questioning glance at the man.
Andy Gallo [PB 2]: (thanks for the scene
guys. *G* I swear.. one of these days I WILL do a scene with him that concludes
in something other than him bolting. g'night.)
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Gotta
reboot the Browser. One mo.))
Grace Brenner: ( night night! )
Luis Ruiz: {{ Night. *S* }}
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Night,
Scar! *hugs*))
Luis Ruiz: " Well I was an only child but I
know what you mean. My best friend growing up had four brothers and three
sisters. "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((*G* 'Nite,
ma'am.)) *Walks alongside her, speaking quietly.* I won't ask if you're alright,
since that's obviously not the case. And I won't ask what's wrong, since that's
none of my business. But surely there's something that I can do to help.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He
chuckles and nods. "That's a big damn family. I didn't have any immediate blood
siblin's...just plenty of cousins. Which is where my crew pretty much comes
from. Known most of 'em since I was a kid."
Grace Brenner: "What was I supposed to
do?" She asks, not directly answering Mordecai. "It not like I can stop someone
like Hauser from being a jerk!"
Luis Ruiz: " Crew huh? So what sort of goods
do you guys move? "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): Hauser's one
of these Reapers, I assume?
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He shrugs.
"Whatever the client wants. Clothin', electronics, toys...we got contracts with
a lotta mid-level manufacturin' companies."
Grace Brenner: Finally coming to a stop,
since he's following anyhow. She stands there, hands in her pockets, shoulders
slightly hunched. "Yeah. He came to Maya's place while we were there. He was an
ass, but I didn't think... It's not like he'd listen to me of all people."
Luis Ruiz: " Ever transport people? "
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* And
he's one of the Aryan types, and you're one of the people he'd kill after
putting on rubber gloves. And from Andy's comments, it seems he wasn't exactly
complimentary of Andy either?
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He leans
back, quirking an eyebrow to the man. "We ship goods...we ain't Greyhound. An'
people as goods...that's rather 'gainst the law."
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
d10: Per+Emp (Luis)-WP: 1,3,9,
Grace Brenner: "I don't know how deep he
is into the whole nazi thing. It's not like he's threatened me or anything. More
or less indifferent towards me, I guess. I was... ignoring him, mostly. I don't
even remember what he said exactly. But yeah, he was a jerk towrds Andy."
Luis Ruiz: * He nods. * " True enough. "
* He takes another sip of his coffee. * " Would never ask someone that I just
met to do something illegal no matter how rightious the cause, or the money. " *
He smiles and gives the man a wink. * " So maybe we should change the subject. "
Luis Ruiz -> Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
{{ Dont think that roll will give him much. *S* }}
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He nods a
little, smiling slightly. "Yeah...probably best." He reaches into his suitjacket,
pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one up. "So, First
Defense...heard-a that place. Enjoyable work?"
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* From
the sound of Andy, I'm not sure I can blame him. *Perhaps he doesn't actually
like the idea of "Scarface" as a nickname....* I've got to admit, though, I'm
not at all aware how you would be able to shut him up.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2):
d10: Per , Empathy : 2,9,3,3,
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini -> Luis Ruiz:
((Nah, not really. Just hints at best, which he's already got.. *S*))
Luis Ruiz: " I like it. I been teaching
there for about six months and its good work. Good people. "
Grace Brenner: "Don't be too hard on Andy.
He's got... problems of his own." Looking, briefly, in the direction Andy went.
"I'm so used to taking that kind of shit, I just shrug it off. I guess I thought
he could, too."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Shrugs.*
It could be that. And quite possibly he'll... improve may be the word, or
recover somewhat, now that he's had a chance to vent.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "'at's cool.
What kinda work ya do before that? Don't imagine havin' call center work or
somethin' borin' like that on yer resume'll hold much weight during an interview
for that place."
Grace Brenner: "Yeah, I... hope so. He's
not a bad guy." Strange, perhaps, that she'd still defend him.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Smiles
slightly.* I'll take your word for it. I've only met the fellow twice, after
all.
Luis Ruiz: " Just a long stint in the army
where I picked up some of the skills they were looking for. You think I could
get one of those? " * He motions to the mans cigarette. *
Grace Brenner: "Anyhow, I... I should go.
Before they stop serving drinks." She smiles, but it's a pale shadow of what it
should be.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Help
yourself." He pushes the pack and lighter over. "Amry, eh? Yeah, imagine that'd
do it. I considered it when I was younger, myself, but never did end up goin' in
for it. My mother'd've killed me."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): Certainly,
there's some of Andy's gin left? Besides, it seems what you could use best is
sleep--would it be somewhat easier if there was someone awake around to... keep
an eye on things? Not myself, I assume, but certainly there are other members of
the family willing to... *Decides 'stand guard' may not be the best way to put
it.* hang around for awhile.
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((10 minute
warning, FYI. Fading out here.))
Grace Brenner: "No." Said a bit too
sharply; she gives him an apologetic look and softens her tone. "Sorry. I just
mean... It's really not necessary. I'm... fine. Just need a drink."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): You haven't
been fine for the last... several days, at the least. *shrugs.* If there is
something I can do to help, however, please let me know.
Luis Ruiz: * He chuckles. * " I think mine
might have killed me if I would have stayed home. " * He lights up the smoke and
takes a drag. * " The Army was good to me. I would still be in if it was my
choice. I took one to the head though and they busted me out on a medical. "
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Eh. Sorry
t'hear that. Ain't a way to go."
Grace Brenner: "Don't think there's
anything anyone can do." She frowns, immediately regretting the words. "Thank
you, though. I do appreciate the offer."
Luis Ruiz: " Could have been worse. I draw a
pension and I do okay with teaching. You know we have a CDL course there if you
are looking for a school to send your guys too. "
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Oh,
yeah?" He considers. "Might just have t'do that. Just got a new person on my
crew...couldn't hurt t'have her learn." He checks his watch and frowns.
"Shit...I better get home, 'fore someone starts t'wonder where I am."
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): ((Rebooted. Ugh.)) I
doubt any situation is quite so extreme as that. I'll be around, however, so by
all means don't hesitate to call upon family.
Luis Ruiz: " Sure thing. We are on the
web and the page has all the costs and class dates. Last time I checked we were
competitive. Good to meet you and maybe I will se you around. "
Grace Brenner: "Thanks, Mordecai." A
moment's hesitation. "I do need to go, though... I'll see you around, alright?"
The last over her shoulder as she starts walking again.
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): *Nods.* Of
course. Goodnight, Grace. *And heads back to the small group.*
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini:
"Yeah...maybe." He nods and rises. "Nice talkin' with ya, Luis. See ya 'round."
He gives the man a small smile and then moves out, with a nod to Moerdecai and
Grace if they're still in eyeshot.
Grace Brenner: And she's off. ( Thanks for
the RP, and goodnight! )
Mordecai Goldshtein (PB 2): (('Nite,
ma'am.)) *Grace is heading off the other direction and likely wouldn't see him
anyway, but Morde nods back, then heads into the shop, coming back out with a
third cup.*
Luis Ruiz: * He gives the man a two finger
wave and then takes a gulp from his coffee. *
Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: ((Still a
sir, Red. *S* Same player as Reyna/Annika. But close enough. ;) Night! Tnahks
for the scene, guys!))