Snow: When last we left our duo, it was the morning of New Year's eve and they had found out a lot of information on their killer. What he looks like, what they believe is to be MO etc. Ashlyn was to find out about the other 5 women who filed complaints against him. Him being Simon Gerard our lovely Doctor. Their plan was to have Reyna and Ashlyn go out and Reyna to look like Corin, so as to lure Dr. Demento back out to get her. How could he have messed up right?

Snow: Ashlyn has fgound out that as one of the Models has retired and moved back to Itally, her deformity because of the good Doctor she stays out of the public eye. Another of the Models lives in Wisconson now also staying out of the public eye on a rach of her own. The other 3, have all since died, or there is no information that can be found on them.

Snow: Ashlyn finds a few of the places that the girls went to. About a half dozen of the "local" places that they hung out in. And as of yet there has been nothing. After 2 weeks Doctor Demento has not shown his face, and they know that it is a matter of time is all.

Snow: ((This is being set for Friday night, just as an FYI))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Reyna takes the two weeks that it's been to make sure she has Corin's persona down exactly. Every voice inflection, every personality trait, the was she sits, stands, walks, eats...anything Ashlyn can tell her and critique, she learns. She wants this to be flawless. She takes maybe a week perfecting that act, then starts to go out for a couple nights in the past week, to make sure that the word is out that Corin is in the clubs again.

Ashlyn Reale: After a day out facing her fear against Battery Park yesterday, she's back tonight, wavery but overall ready for this. Confident - she can handle this, and can teach Reyna how to walk in Corin's body to simulate her time as a fashion model. The subtle looks to turn down a snack, a man, a drink, an offer, or a line. She comes over tonight, already dressed for the occasion and with something for her to wear - some trendy, throwaway thing she won't lament losing to the fight tonight.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Charisma+Performance: 6,9,5,2,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Performance: 8,7,1,6,6,6,

Snow: Reyna has the body languae down to a T. And has done well enough durring her week of working on it to pass for corin, she knows that with her other tallens shewill be a shoe in. Ashlyn's help with her has really proven that Reyna CAN be model worthy.

Ashlyn Reale: She does take care to remind her - be arrogant, but fun. Be completely self-absorbed in a party girl way. Act interested in other people if they're of personal benefit to you. You know, the life lessons of the insincere. Just a reminder and a prep before they're going out tonight, really.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Reyna takes the lessons to heart. She's going to need a purse...she goes nowhere without Harry, and she doubts she can hide the Colt Anaconda in the dress she's going to be wearing. And she damn well hopes Corin smokes, she says with a grin...though she'll deal if she doesn't.

Snow: Not in their presence did she smoke. Drink yes. Smoke no. And no I doubt the colt would go with the dress. Harry in the purse, damn is he insulted, but hey he is along for the ride right?

Ashlyn Reale: She offers a spare purse she wasn't going to bring with her in her new trip down Matrimonial Bliss Lane anyway to store Harry in. And offers to do her makeup tonight, odd as it is really to do Corin's makeup as well as her own. And when they're all set and ready... Well, she resists the urge to cradle her phone.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods, takes a deep breath, and gets ready to become the new her. A moment's focus.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Wits+Expression: 6,5,6,8,

Snow: And for the evening Ryena now looks like Corin and has her voice. Of course which is still wierd.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Sorry, that was actually the Twisting Tongue Gift, so she can speak Italian for the next three days. Following is New Face Gift roll.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Manip+Expression: 5,6,3,1,2,5,

Snow: So for tonight action since the other places have been bust, it is Expressions, the club they went to that first night. Or 'The Craze' which is more of a techno mix, less social type club and more dancing type club.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And the Force is not with her. She grits her teeth in frustration, and tries again.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Man+Expression (WP): 8,1,9,8,9,8,

Snow: ((You know it always happens when you spend the WP you get ALL successes. *S*))Now she looks like Corbin.

Snow: ((*SPLAS fingers* Corin....*Shakes head not the Shadow Lord the super Model *Chuckles*))

Ashlyn Reale: "I don't want to -ask- what that was," she remarks on the first attempt.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "That was called a lesson in learning," she says in Corin's voice, grinning a bit as she gets changed.

Ashlyn Reale: "Sure..." Ashlyn fusses with her hair, mild frustration with its shortness. "Now, which place would you rather go to first, and how long do you want me at your side for it?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Expressions, I think, is the place." She adjusts the dress, frowning a little, trying to get comfortable. "And I want you by my side as much as possible, at least until we see him. Once we see him, that's when you and I need to have a catfight over something. You then go to a place where he can't grab you without being seen, and you have a good vantage point. I head off to the bathroom, looking all upset, like I just learned my Coke wasn't Diet, and look extra vulnerable. Speaking of which, I'm gonna have to act extra-high tonight, to make him think it'll be SUPER easy to get me. He's GOT to be pissed that Corin's the one who got away."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "The fight needs to be public, and LOUD. We want to attract his attention."

Ashlyn Reale: "We could fight near the dance floor, or..how about on the stairs? I could go straight to the bar to recover from your barbs, you go back to the bathroom or the floor... sure. Sounds good?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Perfect." She nods. "We'll want the dance floor...that's where the fucker was last time." She scowls, still pissed about letting him get away when she had the chance. "Ain't gonna happen again," she mutters quietly, pulling Harry and expertly snapping the revolving chambers out with a flick of the wrist to make sure he's fully loaded. Her expression is cold for a moment, before she snaps it back in and looks up to Ashlyn.

Ashlyn Reale: She offers over 'Corin's' purse for the evening, considering. "Should we maybe have the fight on the base of the stairs, or somewhere in easy sight of the dance floor? Maybe he'll be there again. Damn. I wish I remembered the layout better... no worries, we'll be there in a few, yeah? Let's get your makeup done and get going?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes the purse and slips Harry into it, looking up to her. The coldness is gone, the grinning Coyote Mask back in disturbingly fast time. "Make me up before you go-go, hon. I am your easel."

Snow: ((How were they getting to the club?))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Probably looks even scarier on Corin's face.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: However Ashlyn would normally arrive with Corin. Limo, cab, whatever. Reyna suggests they park the Bitchmobile in the nearest parking garage and then take whatever transportation from there to the club.

Ashlyn Reale: (( Gah! Sorry for the pause! ))

Snow: ((*Hugs* it is okay *S*))

Ashlyn Reale: They can take the taxi - after the bitchmobile, and after she applies makeup to them both. It's Ashlyn after all, in all due experience with this. Less experienced with putting it on other people, Corin is going without eyeliner tonight to avoid accidental stabbing.

Snow: Ashlyn does Corin's makup, They drive the Bitchmobil to the nearest parking place, I am sure making sure they do not first pass the club in doing so. And are quite able to catch a cab to their destination 'Expressions'.

Snow: You guys know the place. The neon sign proclaiming 'Expresions' on the front the black windows so no one can see in the big guy bouncer. Whop is checking people into the place. The 'chick' music inside and the 2 levels for fun fun fun. There is a line, even in the freezing weather, a lot of the people moving around or huddled together to keep warm, oh yeah some people will do anything to get into a cool club.

Snow: ((DD of the inside for you guys))The inside of the place is huge, a dance floor occupies most of the space, where it seems to be packed. Off to one side, facing the backed out windows to the outside is a bar area, and seating. Around the dance floor is yet more seating tables, and couches. There is a total of 3 bars on this level surrounding the dance floor and offering refreshments of all kinds to people. There is an upper floor once upstairs there is several area's that can be curtained off if you have a large group of people. There is yet another bar up here, and people serving drinks to people in the curtained area's up here. There is a pool table as well. And do not forget the great view to the full dance floor below.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn takes Reyna-as-Corin by the arm much as she'd been taken her first night in, walking all in confidence and high, high heels straight for the bouncer. They are far too pretty and too recognized not to strut their way right inside, right?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She affects Corin's persona inside the Bitchmobile mid-drive, making sure to be ready.

Snow: Oh yeah much to recognizable as severl woemn in line start talking to each other as they peer at Ashlyn and Corin. The Bouncer stops the person he was just about to let inside and waves the girls in checking them out as he does so. "Ladies" he says to them with a grin. Some of the guys on the street turn to gaze at the beautiful women. Damn maybe they should check this club out tonioght models go here it HAS to be good.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She struts right along, on Ashlyn's arm, every bit the perfect Corin. She does do a little extra on the sniffing, wiping the nose...eyes a little wider, moving just a touch erratically. Signs of being on coke already. Guess that rehab didn't take, huh?

Ashlyn Reale: The bouncer's graced with her smile, and that coy laughing look that beautiful women use, or wear. It's been said that a beautiful woman goes through life unchallenged - Ashlyn sets out to prove that to Reyna tonight, at least right this second. She slips in to the club with no second thought or backwards glance, the air of a carefree evening exuded and if nothing else, good for business.

Snow: When they head inside a few people try and move forward in line to get a look at them just to say they saw this or that model. The bouncer shakes his head with a grin and a low wistle. He keeps the line back for a while gioving them time to enter without being hounded by people.

It is friday night and the place is already jumping for right now. People at the bars, sitting on the couches ad table drinking there is even people staring down from the upper level watching and it looks like a big birthday celebration going on in one of the curtained off rooms.

Ashlyn Reale: She takes her time, arm in arm with Corin checking out the main floor. Pondering the bar, and the dance floor. Noncommittal thus far, in all. Chattering setup to lead to the fight sooner or later.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She bats her eyes a bit at the bouncer, giggling a little, and slips on it. Wide eyes look around, flitting from spot to spot. She looks to Ashlyn. "I wanna dance. Come with?" A bright, Corin-y smile.

Ashlyn Reale: "Mmmm," she muses, temporarily unconvinced. She shifts side to side, head bobbing left, then right. "Alright," she agrees after the moment of wiggly indecisiveness.

Snow: ((Per+Alert to see if HE is here and a Intel+preformance to figure out where would be the best place to put on the 'show'))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She smiles, leaning against the other model's arm for a moment, and takes Ashlyn by the hand, heading out to the floor. That skittish gaze that can be mistaken for coke being utilized to scan the bar, seeking for their target.

Snow: d10: : 4,3,8,4,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert (WP): 4,4,6,3,3,9,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 3,3,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Int + Performance: 4,8,7,8,9,7,6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Int+Perform: 6,9,5,10,10,

Snow: Ashlyn doesn't see him. But she has got the BEST place to set the scene and indeed it is on the stairs. Since the bathroom is up there anways. Reyna comes to the same conclusion as her eyes are darting everywhere and she does get a glimps of him although he is mixing with the crowd that is upstairs holding the birthday party.

Ashlyn Reale: Not spotting him, she still keeps with the plan, squeezing on to the dance floor if it is all that cramped right now. Friday night.. of course it is. BUt she aims for a spot - a cage or something, ideally - where she and Corin can be obviously seen and recognized while shaking their...well, so they aren't allowed to have curves, as fashion models.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances up briefly, and then does what every filghty young woman on coke does...changes her mind ten times over. She looks up at the birthday party and then to Ashlyn, smiling playfully. "Oooh...party upstairs. Shall we crash?" She puts a hand on her hip, watching Ashlyn a moment, and gives a little waggle of brows. A signal...target found.

Snow: No cages, but a space does open up as people see and recognize who they are. Making room for the Model's to dance on the floor.

Ashlyn Reale: "Like hell! We dance first! Come on, one song! They won't leave before we're through!" she pleads playfully over the music, tugging Corin along. She's not the sharpest needle in the kit - not terribly aware of her innuendo, and in fact intent right now as people are parting like the red sea of popularity for them.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She purses her lips, affecting the angry pout...but she sighs and nods, flicking another glance up to the upstairs. Got you, fucker. Noooo getting away this time. Who my bitch? Uh-huh, that's right. You my bitch. Now tell me you like it. It's probably a good thing that the world is spared most of Reyna's internal monologue. She gives in, moving to dance with Ashlyn on the floor.

Snow: So out o the dance floor there is some people that dare to get close and dance near/with them. Hello their popularity will go up now just because they did. And several people offer to buy them drinks later on.

Ashlyn Reale: They go to dance, be beautiful and untouchable, and catch eyes. Le sigh. All in a day's play-as-work. Though she tries to keep an eye out for Psycho McStabbyboy, frankly she's just not that good, and unwilling to open her mind right now to have any better chances.

Snow: ((Another Per+Alert both of you))

Snow: d10: : 8,3,5,3,6,

Reyna (Corin Persona): She leans in close to Ashlyn as she dancers, playing at flirtatiousness, and whispering in her ear. Eyes flicking up to the upstairs once more.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Per+Alert: 10,4,7,6,9,7,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 2,8,

Reyna (Corin Persona) -> Ashlyn Reale: "Upstairs, at the party. He's mingling. Isn't that cute? Don't ya just wanna smack him around with a big metal pipe and make him call you Mommy through a toothless mouth, it's so cute?" Hey, she's gotta be her.

Snow: He moved, the fucker, out of the party area and has stopped behind a bunch of people standing along the upper railing watching the dancing as they drink their drinks. Reyna saw the move, Ashlyn still doesn't spot him.

Reyna (Corin Persona) -> Reyna (Corin Persona): "And he's locked eyes on us, too. Showtime's soon...."

Reyna (Corin Persona) -> Ashlyn Reale: "And he's locked eyes on us, too. Showtime's soon...."

Ashlyn Reale: Cute and flirty, swaying with Corin. She leans in, brushing cheeks to 'whisper' back to her. Relative to the overwhelming volume of this place, that is.

Ashlyn Reale -> Reyna (Corin Persona): "I hear the stairs and pipes calling us. You ready?"

Reyna (Corin Persona) -> Ashlyn Reale: "Honey, I'm more ready then a prom date on ecstacy. Let's do this."

Reyna (Corin Persona): She pulls away, looking a little bit bored with the dancing, and glances up to the party she wanted to go to. She takes Ashlyn by hand, smiling, and tries to lead her along to the upstairs area, like she's going to pull them up into the party, as opposed to the dancing that Ashlyn wants to do. Still swaying a little, still acting high.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn laughs, snaking arms around Corin in a brief embrace before giving a little nudge, allowing her to lead off the floor again. There's a smile back, stunning as ever to the edge of the parted crowd and those daring few.

Snow: The guy watches them. Hands sliding into his pockets watching from the railing upstairs. They both will lose sight of each other for a moment while they are on the stairs that is unavoidable, as the girls head off the dance floor.

Ashlyn Reale: "Hey!" she begins the objection loudly when they're on the stairs, jerking her hand back. "Fucking ow! Stop pulling me! You're so fucking pushy!"

Reyna (Corin Persona): She pulls her along to the stairs, and when she hits the proper point, she 'trips,' falling down. Giggling like a cokehead would be, starting to make it a little more obvious that she's fucked up. Giving them something to fight about.

Reyna (Corin Persona): Or, rather, she 'trips' when Ashlyn pulls her hand back.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She pulls herself to her feet, swaying a little and looking back angrily, leaning against the railing. "Ow! What the fuck was that?"

Snow: ((Char+Preformance to pull off each of your acting))

Reyna (Corin Persona): ((Initiating Persuasion))

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Persuasion: 4,1,5,4,3,10,10,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Charisma+Perf. (WP): 8,5,4,9,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Char + Perf: 4,8,3,8,2,5,3,

Ashlyn Reale: "That was -you-. Being -strung out-. -Again.-" Her anger comes off flat but pointed, a towel thrown while she sways back, hands clutching the railing to keep her high heels and trecherous balance steady.

Snow: Reyna is much more believable that Ashlyn is at this point, but they ARE models and their are believable anyways in almost anything they do. They have started to draw the attention of people walking up the stairs behind them and the people along the railing.

Snow: d10: Moving to new spot: 4,2,3,2,4,

Snow: And Dr. Demonto just happened to walk in the opposite direction that another group of people did and he is in plain sight now. No hidding. Oh well so much for cover. Change in tactics he walks ove. Trying to put an arm around Corin. "Why do you not go out and find yourself a new male model to hump." he says to Ashlyn. Rich voice be-lying his appearance.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She scowls prettily at Ashlyn, huffing slightly. "Fuck you, uppity bitch. I'm fucking..." She stumbles a little, using the railing to hold herself up. "I'm fucking fine." The mantra of EVERY coked-out bitch on the planet. She looks up at the man who just put an arm around her, smiling up to him. "Well, hi."

Ashlyn Reale: "Tell that to this boyfriend stealing little -bitch-," She spits the last curse out, narrowing in a sharp anger. She turns on her heels, and clacks those hard, merciless heels down the few steps. Down to the bar she goes - along with the plan. She has to trust that Reyna will be alright for now, while she herself huffs and sulks.

Snow: Yeah he is not much in the looks department brown hair brown eyes, clean shaven. A bit on the thinner side, like someone who has lost a lot of weight and hasn't tonned up lately. He is wearing a t-shirt and hoodie with his jeans. They looks cleaner and newer, but he seems to be 'trying' to look non-descript rather than just being it. His hand rubs Corin's side keeping her steady and next to him.

Snow: "Come on, let me get you a drink and we can go somewhere quiet." he doesn't look at the beauty beside him, watching Ashlyn walk off.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She shoots Ashlyn a glare as she stalks off, and then looks up to Psycho-Boy with a daxed, pretty smile. "Mmm...I like that idea." She puts a hand on his chest, smiling widely. Letting him take the lead.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn takes a seat at the bar. Not a table or couch - the bar itself, leaning against it, not hiding the fact that she's upset. Arms cross on the bartop, slender. Graceful in her distress. You know, the usual end result of broken dyadic ties.

Snow: He guides her over to the bart that is upstairs and orders himself a beer, and says to inclue whatever the lady is having as well. Once their drinks are made and he has paid for them. He doesn't take his arm from around Corin for any amount of time. Handing her, her drink he takes his and moves off to one of the curtained area's. If you will remember they can be closed so that people around cannot see up inside them and closed off so that no one walking by can see in either. This one Has the curtain part way open, letting in a bit of the music and sound from the dance floor. He guides her in. It is smaller than the other one with only a couch inside of it. He makes sure the curtain is closed as they walk in. Moving with her to the couch to sit down with her.

Snow: A guy walks over as does a few women to Ashlyn they look like they support her in all of this, but well they would have supported Corin if Ashlyn went of provatly. They murmer some encouraging words, of "She needs to go back to rehab" and "Yesh she is jsut a slut" and the guy offer's to buy her a drink. He is pretty cute athletic looking.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She orders a Cosmo, for the record, and follows along, letting him guide her along the way. She falls into the seat and leans over, against him, sipping at the drink a little. She puts a hand on his chest and smiles up to him. "So, Prince Charming. I should thank you for saving me from the bitch..."

Snow: He hasn't touched his drink, he looks at her now, those cold eyes looking her over. One ar wrapped around he waist. "No Problem, I would have done the same for any woman in distress. Helping how ever I can." He leans forwards putting his drink down. Looking back to her as he keeps his eyes on her. ((Roll Per+Alert))

Snow: d10: Sneak(WP): 9,1,8,5,2,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Per+Alert: 4,9,4,3,9,5,

Ashlyn Reale: For the mostpart, they're answered with a sniffle of frustration, and a few answers that imply existing forgiveness and passive-aggression. "Whatever, she'll be back to herself in a few hours." "Thanks, you're all so sweet." And a meaningless refusal of, "Oh, I shouldn't.." trailing off to Mr. Cute Athletic Thang. Easy to convince, and otherwise sober. Tony would totally understand.

Snow: Reyna catches the gleam of something in his hand as it moves to her leg. Oh My God! is that a Needle!?!?! THAT is how he did it. ((And I will call Init if you want to fight this))

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Init plus six: 8,

Reyna (Corin Persona): ((14))

Ashlyn Reale: (( *cheers for Reyna!* ))

Snow: ((For clarification purposes, the currtain that looks out to the dance floor is partially closed. The one where people are walking by on the same level as them is closed))

Snow: No one tries to give her a hug unless she seems to need one the Mr. Cute and Athletic thang, tries once more oh my god how cool would it be to say he bough Ashlynm Reale a drink. The other nod their support and give her smiles and wish her well in Fashion week and hope to see her around of course.

Snow: d10: : 10,

Snow: ((So Reyna and then Dr. Demento because he is faster than she is. *S*))

Reyna (Corin Persona): Wow. Fucker's fast, eh? She dodges, trying to stand out of the way and spin so he jabs the needle into the couch, and Reyna will be facing him.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Dodge: 7,8,9,3,2,

Ashlyn Reale: After a little careful eye wiping and grateful, somewhat embarassed smiles, she thanks the women and other comforters, and does allow Mr. Cute to buy her a drink. She's flattered, and says as much, thanking them for the well wishes, etc. Joy be to attention.

Snow: He of course is attempting to stab her with the needle and inject the Drug into her system she was so much more plaitant the last time when he did this on the dance floor and that was public.

Snow: d10: Needle jab: 4,1,3,8,

Snow: And Reyna moves so quickly that yes indeed the needle does end up sticking into the couch and Dr. Demento looks confused. It's okay th drug is still inside so he can still use it. She will not get an infection just from THAT.

Snow: ((New round Reyna then Demento))

Reyna (Corin Persona): Ooh, the drug's inside still? Good, she'll enjoy using it. On him. For now, though, she's going to launch a straight-out kick to him. Right in the chest. Oh, yeah, and maybe try to dodge, too. That'd be nice.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Dodge (WP): 9,4,9,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Kick: 8,8,6,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Damage: 5,9,10,8,6,

Snow: He is trying to once again stick her with the needle. putting much more into it as his eyes go a bit wild/ He is insane it seems.

Snow: d10: Needle jab (WP): 8,5,7,4,

Snow: d10: Soak: 2,6,4,

Reyna (Corin Persona): "That's for making me wear heels," she mutters, loud enough so that he can hear it, but not so that it will carry over the music to others. She's got the Corin face, but that crazy coyote grin.

Snow: Recap: Simon, or Demonto as we like to call him tries unsuccessful once more at stabbing Corbin with that needle, but she barely dodges out of the way making a nice little tear in her dress. As he also manages to lauch a kick to the big guys chest. He umphs when he is kicked. But now he knows she is fighting him more now and he snears at her.

Snow: He is not down yet. ((New round))

Reyna (Corin Persona): "And this is for making me act like a coked-out retard," she says, trying to dodge out of the way of another stab, then going for a headbutt.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Dodge: 4,9,8,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Head Butt: 4,2,4,

Snow: He is trying one last time. Bitch is gonna go down. Too bad the people in the other curtained area think they are having sex by the grunt and goarns. that can be heard over the music.

Snow: d10: Needle jab: 4,6,5,8,

Snow: Recap: And once more Simon is a bit slower then Corin is as she dodges but her head butt os off it seems as she misses compleatly. ((New round))

Reyna (Corin Persona): She shrugs as she misses the head-butt. "Okay. I didn't mind acting like a coked-out retard that much. But THIS is for just being one fucked-up little monkey doctor boy. The Lector routine is SO old." Another dodge attempt, and a kick right to the nads. ((Flavor only; regular kick.))

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Dodge: 2,7,8,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Kick: 10,8,9,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex Specialty: 6,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Damage: 4,9,7,8,3,9,

Snow: "I can keep this up all night you coked up or not, Bitch should have died the first time, gotta send you new surgon some flowers." he says stabbing at her once again.

Snow: d10: Needle jab (WP): 1,9,9,

Snow: d10: Soak: 8,5,3,

Snow: Recap: Well once more 'Corin' dodges the needle another rip the third on in her dress. As she lashes out with another solid kick that doesn't have him down yet. He is still moving.

Snow: ((New round))

Snow: With wound penalties he has become sluggish. He HAS to get the needle in her it is a driving thing qand all he can think about even through the pain he is feeling.

Snow: d10: Needle jab (WP): 6,

Reyna (Corin Persona): She grins as she connects hard, bouncing back and forth a little, like a boxer. "And this one? This is for Corin and every other human being you've brutalized, you sick little fuck." One more dodge, and she goes for another headbutt.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Dodge (WP): 1,8,9,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Head Butt: 7,7,1,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Damage: 4,4,10,

Snow: d10: Soak: 9,7,4,

Snow: Recap: Once again they seem to be missing each other another rip in 'Corin's' dress as she barely get's out of the way connecting with the head butt but even in his dazed glassy eyed insanity he is still standing ow that will be a nasty bruise he will wear in the morning from that good thing he doesn't have much in the looks department anyways. ((New round))

Snow: He is gonna keep the needle jabbing away

Snow: d10: Needle jab: 3,

Reyna (Corin Persona): She sees it, and it looks clumsy, so she just commits to it. "What's up, Doc? Say g'night!" She swings that heavy-ass purse, intending to smack Simon across the jaw with the loaded thing. Letting Harry get in on the action.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Dex+Melee: 8,7,6,9,10,

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Damage: 3,2,5,2,8,6,3,2,3,

Snow: d10: Soak: 7,6,1,

Snow: Recap: Reyna get's the good idea to include Harry in on some of the action and this seems to help a LOT. As Simon goes down. The needle falling to the floor as she manages thanks to the fact that they didn't move around all that far, to fall back onto the couch.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She smirks, tossing the purse on the couch next to him. "And that's called kickin' yer ass, bi-atch." She notes the rips in her dress...perfectly fine. Completely workable. She bends over and picks up the needle, popping the cap off and injecting it into him. Looks like someone else is gonna play the 'drunk one' tonight...

Snow: d10: Stamina vs eight: 7,8,9,

Snow: Well the drug will not take effect in his system right away but with him being unconsious besides the moan from him when she injects the drug into him. He is other-wise not moving.

Reyna (Corin Persona): She sighs a little bit, dropping the needle and the cap into the purse and picking the purse up. She rustles her dress in a more appropriate look of 'I've just had very, very unsatisfying sex' and picks him up in a side carry, his arm over her shoulder. She carries him out through the curtain, making sure to look like she's struggling under his weight.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Appearance+Perf: 8,7,1,4,8,

Snow: ((App+Preformance))

Snow: So maybe it was the fact that she is helping him out as it is. that doesn't lend itself too much to the act that she didn't have great sex or what have you. He goans a little, still unconsious as she makes her way out of the little area. Now to get down the stairs and out of the club.

Reyna (Corin Persona): More struggling on down, shaking her hear disgustedly. "No, it's okay, baby...I know, this happens to a lot of guys," she coos on her way toward the door.

Reyna (Corin Persona): d10: Appearance+Perf: 4,2,5,9,4,

Snow: A few of the security raise their evebrows at Corin with him but he has to be walking under his own weight because she couldn't possible hold him up she is a Model after all. The bouncer even get's someone to get them a cab. And opens up the door for the 'druggie model and her drunk date' Why she would go home with someone that looked not as prety as she was beyond them. Must be the Drugs. Oh well. Ashlyn get's her drink and sits at the bar. Corbin can get the driver to drop them off at the Bitchmobile. And it is no effort to get him there and into the car. He isn't putting up any resistance at all at this point.

Reyna (Corin Persona): Ahd she'll get him to the Bitchmobile and get him inside. Inside, she pulls out a bag she hasn't used in a while...the restraints she used to use on Adam. Who said her relationship with the man had no advantages? A little sigh, and she looks over at the slumped man. "You're not good enough for these..." She shrugs and puts them on, leaving him on the bed, then sheds her dress, putting on the Reyna-gear and dropping the Corin look.

Snow: ((And pause so we can pick back up the Ashlyn-p))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Here! ))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((We picking up right where we left off?))

Snow: ((Cool so Recap...)) 'Corin' managed to get downstairs and out the door with Simon 'Dr. Demento' . Which Ashlyn played nice at the bar. Assuming that they covered that if 'Corbin' managed to get him that she would come back as Reyna to pick up Ashlyn after making sure Simon was secure for the time being. Reyna made it back to the Bitchmobile, secured simple Simon and changed.

Snow: ((I am following you guys at this point but recaping where we left off is all))

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn keeps up the act admirably for the time being, staying at the bar for a while and chatting now, calmed now, with Mr. Cute and Athletic. She's quite sure Tony won't mind - all for a good cause - and has not a worry, since Josh will also never find out about this whole venture.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She comes walking on back to Expressions, with a wide, shit-eating grin from hell on her face. She's actually skipping a little. SKIPPING. She heads up to the line and slips the doorman a fifty, in an attempt to get in. Also trying to show him a bit extra flirtatiousness.

Snow: Mr. Cute and Athletic introduces himself as Kevin. And once he has bought her a drink, he asks her to dance.

Snow: Oh but he remembers the hot little latina chick, that bouncer does. The fifty slipped in hand he inclines his head to the door for her to go on in. Checking her out as she goes in. Damn good night to be a bouncer and watch all of these hot chicks.

Ashlyn Reale: She declines at first, not too strongly but still, remarks that she's sulking. Noted with a pout, of course.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She winks to the bouncer and slips in, looking for Ashlyn. Checking the bar first, heading in that direction.

Snow: Kevin puts a comforting hand on Ashlyns shoulder and nods in understand. "We can't have you pouting, you are too beautiful for that. Tell me what I can do to help?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Sit there and look cute. That helps," she assures with a rueful little upward quirk to her painted lips. Ashlyn - Ashlyn Reale - is looking straight at him when she says this. Go fig.

Snow: "Gotta get me some of that." the bouncer says under his breath, before a group of people ask if they can now go in or not, seeimg put upon because someone cut in line in front of them.

Snow: And she ~wanted~ him, Kevin, to sit with her. he is all over that.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: In your dreams. My boyfriend will eat your spleeen. She smirks a bit and walks along the dance floor, zeroing in on Ashlyn and the guy chatting her up.

Snow: Kevin it seems only has eyes for Ashlyn, because she was a Model and irf he played his cards right he was hoping to take her home tonight

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn slides the glass away, and purses her lips, frowning vaguely. She visibly pushes back the urge to immediately fix her makeup, the lipstick having partly smudged off on the glass. "So Kevin, what do you do..? Fire fighter? Personal trainer..?"

Ashlyn Reale: As usual, she's a bit oblivious. Reyna should have no trouble approaching.

Snow: "Actually I am an ER tech." ah the nice way of saying male nurse.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She slips up next to Ashlyn, grinning widely. "Hey, you. S'up?" Kevin gets a glance and a smirk.

Snow: Kevin looks at Reyna when she speaks eyeing her up and down damn two hot chicks. He smiles to Reyna "Hey there."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Aww, you're cute." It's not said in a way that's really the complimentary. More like telling a kitten that they're cute, or a newborn. She chuckles, shaking her head, and looks back to Ashlyn.

Ashlyn Reale: "Well, here's hoping we don't meet for business," she kids lightly. And then she turns, and blinks in surprise - to Reyna, when she approaches. Apparently they know eachother? Ashlyn smiles a touch, and gestures vaguely. "Rey. Hi. Kevin, this is Rey."

Snow: Kevin has a look like 'who are you to say things that way to me' He does nod his head to Rey as she is tinroduced.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Apparently, she think she's someone important enough. Or something to that effect, at least. "Hi, Kevin." She looks away from the guy, back to Ashlyn. "What's new with you, chica?"

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn covers a yawn, tilting back to look at Reyna. "What's up? I swear it was just one drink."

Ashlyn Reale: A little shrug.. "Nothing important. You know. ...By the way. When we get a private moment, I've got to see your schedule, 'kay?"

Snow: "You aren't going to leave already are you?" Kevin asks Ashlyn.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, sure, sure...one drink makes you go sleepy-time. I bet." She grins to the woman. "I'll be happy to show you my schedule at some point. Whenever's good for you."

Ashlyn Reale: "Mmmn," she answers in way of uncertain noncommital, chewing her lip on the inside to avoid lipsticking her teeth.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn finally gives a sigh of pretty disappointment. "Business calls, I guess." An explaination to them both, that. She stands now and rolls her eyes. "No rest for the wicked and all that."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks to the bartender, starting to order a Tequila sunrise, then stops suddenly. "Oooh! Hey! Ash...I've got something you just have GOT to see. It's the cutest little thing...I happen to have it in the car. Come with?" She raises an eyebrow, trademark lopsided grin plastered on her face.

Snow: He smiles his I am so damn cute and sexy smile to Ashlyn attemping to get her to stay. "Well we could go and dance and then I could take you home." and all of his asking goes out the window as they both end up with reasons to leave. "Well I will see you around sometime." he says to Ashlyn.

Ashlyn Reale: "You're sweet," she remarks encouragingly to him. He's getting an apologetic smile - and nothing more, tonight. She stands with a glance back to Reyna, dubious but amused. "Come on, you don't have to try -that- hard. I'm not feeling -down-, here."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Seriously, hon. You'll just LOVE it." She seems quite sincere about it. Frighteningly, she looks almost giddy over it.

Snow: He watches the two of them and that though of 'they must be together' comes into his head along with 'all hot chicks are lesbians'. "See ya." he says to them both moving away from them.

Ashlyn Reale: "Yes, serious -first-," she insists of Reyna. A little wave to Kevin and, "Thanks, hon. Maybe I'll catch you later!" And then, with a nod to Reyna, she heads for the door.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She grins and skips...yes, SKIPS...her way toward the door. She takes Ashlyn's hand if she's moving too slow. She has GOT to see this. Before it wakes up. He just looks so cute in his restraints...

Snow: ((Per+Alertness you two*EG*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 8,1,10,9,4,4,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 5,1,

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn becomes keenly aware of the contents of her purse, searching for her lipstick and compact.

Snow: ((*Chuckles*)) Somehow the flash blinds Ashlyn who stumbles right into Reyna's arms and more flashes as camer's are catching the cuteness of Reyna and Ashlyn.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn quickly rights herself and holds a hand before her face, seperating from Reyna with a curse under her breath. "God -damn-, can't I be a -supermodel- before this starts up?" she mutters.

Snow: Hey two models fighting in a club and one of them left they are gonna want to find out who this one left with since they didn't get there fast enough.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: He blinks at the camera flash, and Ashlyn pulling away. Whoops. Ahh, well. She grins a bit, waiting for Ashlyn to recover.

Snow: Although the bouncer does his job now that a picture or two has bee taken and keeps the wolves at bay so to speak.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn shoots Reyna a glare, as if she could have known and -warned- her about this at -least-, and then ducks outside, walking off with long, angry strides toward (presumably) the bitchmobile.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She sighs a little bit and moves out the door, following behind. Hoping the glare is just an act.

Snow: I can safely assure you that they do make it to the bitchmobile photographers being corraled inside for the time being.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ash..." She picks up the pace once they're around the corner, running to catch up with her.

Ashlyn Reale: Yes yes, in a hurry no less. Her heel clacks are sharp, brief, and angry. The long walks through Central Park are coming in handy in times like this.

Ashlyn Reale: "Did you at least get him?" Mild irritation, though she -is- glad Reyna has survived, at the very least.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yes, I got 'em. What do you think's in tbe Bitchmobile?" She comes up along her side, sighing. "Sorry if I got overexuberant. He might wake up soon, and there's always the chance he can escape his restraints. Kevin was slowing us up, so I needed to get our ass outta the club."

Ashlyn Reale: "I don't have a problem with Kevin. I have a problem with not having a -clue- about photographers outside making a -bitch- of a time denying to Corin that I was here and arguing with her." Short, clipped. Her lips purse, and she rakes fingers through her hair. "I'm glad you're okay. Let's get done with this before anybody else jumps on our asses about this, and hope to fucking -God- Josh and Tony don't look at the tabloids any time tomorrow, because our quiet evening has been more than officially fucked now."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Corin's off somewhere else, and she'll have an alibi, too, which totally invalidates her story. Gonna be hard for the tabloids to run with that, since if they do, they look retarded, and they don't have a picture of it anyway."

Snow: Plausable denability Corin is still in Rehab....no big deal to her.

Ashlyn Reale: "Hmm," comes her answer, somewhat annoyed but not at Reyna. "Vultures," she mutters at the recent memory. Picky, picky... Well, at least it turns into a smirk back to her this time. "Where to next, anyway? ...Have I mentioned you're great?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You haven't in the last few minutes. I'll forgive you, 'cause we were running." Oops, maybe playing the model a bit too long there...or one might think it, if not for the joking grin on her face. "Now, we go talk with Doctor Drugged-Up on his own shit."

Ashlyn Reale: "Great." A brief smirk dies quickly. She wastes no more time or words until they get in to the van.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She pulls open the back of the van and steps in, damn well hoping the man is unconscious and restrained. Harry comes out just before the van is opened, just in case he isn't.

Snow: The good doctor is still there still unconsious for now, all restrained just the way he was left.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Perfect. She puts Larry away and steps aside so Ashlyn can enter, shutting the door after her. "See? I even gift-wrapped him!"

Ashlyn Reale: "So thoughtful," she remarks in an uneasy murmer, ducking to fit into the back of the van.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks over to Ashlyn, brow raising. "Do you not want to be here for this, Ash? This could get ugly. Not sayin' it's going to, but it might. Gotta find out what he knows about the second killer."

Ashlyn Reale: "We can't afford for me to go. I should be here... Hell, I could, maybe.. I could maybe get answers you can't. We need me here, right?" Nervous, but -trying- to steel herself. She is somewhat on the weak willed side.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods a little bit, and leans down, retrieving a flashlight. She reaches out and opens his eyelids, flashing the light in his eyes to see how out he is. Of course, the fact that it's an 8-cell MagLite probably is a bit non-standard...

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn sinks down to sit, slipping out of her heels for now and simply watching in silence. She's taking this time to mentally prepare herself for the potential worst. ...But hell, he can't be any worse than the coin, or Delia's death.

Snow: Bright light in eyes while drugges on a trip that would make even the most hard core druggie shake. He groans. Might need the smelling salts.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She sighs and drops the MagLite, then goes to pull up a piece of carpet under the cot. A little compartment is down there, specially made, and she rustles around before she comes out with a small briefcase. She opens it away from Ashlyn and comes out with the smelling salts, snapping a package open underneath Simon's nose. They're the industrial-strength kind, too.

Ashlyn Reale: "What are you..." She trails off asking, unfamiliar with this whole process.

Snow: Oh yeah even with a cuncussion THAT wakes him right up. Eyes way unfocused both because of the drugs in his eyetem and the injuries as well. He groans and his words are slurred as she jerks back from the smelling salts. "Shewa"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ain't She-Ra, Skeletor. Masters of the Universe is just gay." She smirks a little. "Wakey wakey...eggs an' bakey."

Snow: Her shakes his head. "Fuck you go away."

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn does silent and watchful again. It's just so hard to remember some times that Reyna's about her age, and times like this bring that back to startling clarity. It leaves her blinking rapidly and shifting for a comfortable position. No position is comfortable in front of torture.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah. Ain't fonda leavin' psychos to rot in the back of my van." She reaches out and unbuttons his pants, yanking them down. "Let's see whatcha got, eh?"

Snow: A pair of boxers meets her. Unless she pulls those down and then the regular package, un-happy. "Hey" he attempots to get away from Reyna trying to focus his eyes on who else was around. "You bitches."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Yes, the boxers come down too. "Aww, Mr. Winky's scared. At least one head's got some brains." She looks up and pats his shoulder. "It's okay, Sparky. Just say it's cold out. Now...you're going to tell me what you know about your friend, the co-killer. Otherwise..." She raises the briefcase, pointed at him so he can see what's inside. "I get to play with these."

Ashlyn Reale: "Oh, don't go planning a trip up to your moral fucking high horse, you murderous bastard," she remarks to him with unsurprising anger.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Snow: 'These' consist of hypos, needles, razor blades, scalpels, an electro-stim buttplug, fingernail shoots, a long glass rod, a hammer, and a pair of large, nasty-looking shears.

Snow: He looks to what these are and knows at least 2 if not 3 people can't foget the ass kicking bitch Corin.

Snow: He starts to fight at his bonds. "Your fucking nuts bitch."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You know me so well." She grins widely, almost a little viciously at him, and sets it down. "Don't make me use the glass. You won't like it. First chance. Who's the other killer?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Manip+Intimid (WP): 3,5,2,4,

Snow: "What other killer?" he closes his eyes and shakes his head. "What did you do to me bitch?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Something suddenly occurs to her, and she blinks, looking to Ashlyn. "Ashlyn...can you do your thing without hurting yourself, if the person you're talking to's head is a little crowded already?"

Ashlyn Reale: Deep breath in, careful breath out. She has to struggle for a clear mind, but once she's got it, she's opening to the connections. The images. The face and name and dangerous memories. It's what she's here for, though she's trying to be careful, not to push too deep. Just skim the surface. Don't touch, just watch.

Ashlyn Reale: "We'll find out," she mutters.

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Int + Empathy: 9,3,5,8,3,8,

Ashlyn Reale: Her brow furrows in concentration. Eyes closed, she seems intent, silent.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She waits patiently, eyes on Ashlyn, waiting for a sign that she's in trouble.

Ashlyn Reale: She makes a small, pained noise. Something like a whimper, before disconnecting, shoving it aside. Both hands reach up and cup her head, eyes squeezing shut. "Fuck," she mutters. "Fuck..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's up in an instant, hands on Ashlyn in non-skin-to-skin contact, supporting her. "Hey...hey, sexy lady. Stay with me now, okay? You're okay."

Snow: He rests his head back that seems to help the spinning of his head.

Ashlyn Reale: "I'm okay," she remarks quickly, but softly, rubbing her head. Eyes stay closed. "He's fucking nuts. I'm okay. He's just fucking crazy, and I haven't.. I don't remember ever... I don't try to get up close and invasive as hell with the crazies. He can't give you any answers. And he's not the only one we're looking for." She gulps, and speaks quickly. "He's a petty fuckstick, but he's only gone after the former clients he's botched in the first place. Prick."

Ashlyn Reale: "Fucking... he can't even answer to -that-. Split up. He's.. he's split, fragmented, like... like... MPD shit."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. She figured as much. "You think maybe one of the other personalities is the one who did the rest?"

Ashlyn Reale: She goes to shake her head, then pauses, frowning blindly. "I... I don't know. I don't think so. It's a big city...I can't.. I don't think I can get deep enough to say for sure.." The last is, of course, an uncertain tone.

Snow: "What are you talking about? Let me go, bitches, I will sue you."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods and rubs Ashlyn's shoulder. "No problem, hon. We can get answers." She looks down at the guy, frowning a little bit. "Just gotta figure out how."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She lashes out with a foot to kick the dumbass in the face. That'll shut 'im up.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Kick: 4,5,1,7,2,3,

Ashlyn Reale: "Trigger it," she murmurs. "I could try, but..." She trails off, uncertain. It's not like she's ever tried dropkicking somebody's broken psyche from the inside out before.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage: 8,1,3,9,

Snow: d10: Soak: 9,2,7,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And another one, rapid-fire.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Dex+Kick: 4,3,4,5,1,2,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And she almost falls into Ashlyn. Maybe a little TOO rapid-fire. Annoyance creases her face. "SHUT. UP." She scowls at the guy. Too much high heel-wearing tonight, her balance is all off.

Snow: That and it is a van. The guy flinched when kiucked but it didn't hurt as much as it looked, but the threats eem to be sticking and he hunches staying quiet in his drug stuppored mind for now.

Ashlyn Reale: "Rey!" she calls out to her, tumbled in to. It's a shame she's so fragile. Hell, it takes a freaking week for her bruises to heal up.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sorry, sorry." She sighs and leans against the side of the van, reaching out to stabilize Ashlyn. "Fuckin' sick-ass fucking fucker, he just fuckin' fucked....FUCK."

Ashlyn Reale: Deeep breath in, and she sighs out, a soothing sound to launch into the trick she uses to handle Josh in those tough times - blatant emotional manipulation.

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Int + Empathy: 7,2,1,3,4,8,

Ashlyn Reale: ...Not the best, but all she needs is enough surface calm for clear thinking for both of them. Starting with Reyna.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Caaaaaalm...deep breath in, deep breath out. She sighs, leaning back and sighing. "I need a fuckin' cigarette." She drops to a crouch against the van wall, sitting on her heels, and pulls a hand-rolled cigarette.

Ashlyn Reale: She looks down to her ring, watching it shine in rather sullen silence. Moral qualms. Fuck.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks up at Ashlyn, eyebrow raised. "Ash? You all right?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Empathy: 5,8,4,2,4,9,

Snow: Simon closes his eyes tightly. Threying to get the immages of the box of things out of his head and the spinning distortion of Reyna and Ashlyn out of his vision.

Ashlyn Reale: "Fine," she lies quietly. She's thinking. She isn't displaying much outward emotion right now, just serious thought on this matter. "...If he's not the Battery killer, who is?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Waiting on results of Per+Emp roll.))

Ashlyn Reale: (( S'all good! ))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She sighs a little bit and shakes her head. "Either it's one of the other hims, or someone is taking what he's doing and using it as an opportunity. I think I can figure out how, but I'm going to need more information about the other kills. Which I ~may~ be able to do, though I may need you to get Tony to slip us those case files if I can't get them another way."

Snow: ((Sorry about that))

Ashlyn Reale: She shifts, markedly uneasy at that. Doubt flickers across her face openly, and she gives a shrug. "I don't know that he can do that. He's a lab guy first, not...entirely, so much a cop. I don't have any good cop friends out and out. I mean, shit... if all else fails, I..." She hesitates. She almost offers, but she tenses, not quite ready to offer to -ever- not only return to Battery, but open herself to the scene again.

Ashlyn Reale: (( Not your fault at all, hon! *thwaps my teensy description* ))

Ashlyn Reale: (( And WB ))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Got it." She sighs. "I guess we'll just hope my cop friend can help out, then." She looks up at her, and pats her arm. "Don't worry, hon. We've got options here, and this nutbag is off the streets. We done good."

Snow: He opens his eyes. "What are you talking about....I didn't do anything like that." yeah he believes this is the truth as it is whispered out.

Ashlyn Reale: "Wait, all this freaky shit... why don't we just ask -them-?" She perks with the idea. Lightbulb!

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ask who?" She blinks at Ashlyn. Lotsa 'thems' that could be.

Ashlyn Reale: "Them. Delia, and everybody else there. Hold a fuckin' wee-gee board party and everything." She's speaking quickly, animated. Her conscience kicks into self-defense mode and begins to ignore the bound and doomed man.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "The dead girls?" She blinks. Does Ashlyn have skills as-yet unforeclosed? "You know how to talk to the dead, hon?"

Snow: The guys eyes go wide. "Dead....." Okay this is really freaking him out.

Ashlyn Reale: "Well....not that I know of, but.. fuckin'...wee-gee board for a -reason-." This should make sense, right? Her look is both expectant and hopeful. "Come on. Pissed off ghosts. Revenge. If it doesn't work, we know for real that we all just rot in a little hole in the ground, and this is all there is."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She considers a little bit, slowly nodding. She's gotta know SOMEONE who can talk to ghosts. "Worth a shot..." She's quiet for a momemnt, thinking, before murmuring in Simon's direction. "Glass rod. Hammer. Consider what I can do with them with yout pants down, and think about that before you make another noise." She doesn't even look in his way, it's more distracted.

Snow: And he shuts up. He saw those in there didn't he? This is all a figment of his imagination yes he can go with that.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "And trust me, Ash. We don't just rot in a hole in the ground." A brief but very strong flicker of pain passes over her face.

Ashlyn Reale: "Well, apparently we don't go the hell, either," she mutters in a very hushed voice for Reyna. She doesn't seem inclined to reveal just where she found that tidbit out, either. Now, more obviously spoken, "God damn, I wish Anne were still alive."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I wish a lot of things." She shrugs at that, her expression going a hard. "Life ain't wishin'. It's doin'. Now, we ain't doin' much good here. Don't suppose you were able to find out where Mr. Sybil here lives while spelunking in his head?" She shuts the briefcase with her foot and moves to get into the driver's seat.

Ashlyn Reale: "Apartments.." Oh yeah, specific. She frowns, closes her eyes again. "Want me to find it?"

Snow: If not then he does have a wallet withthe address in it. A run down part of Jersey

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Check his wallet if you didn't get it." She nods. "No need to go digging back in there. Just tell me where to go. We're gonna need to store this guy somewhere while we figure out what's up."

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Int + Empathy: 4,9,8,2,4,8,

Ashlyn Reale: "What, like a meat hook?" she offers a bit dryly.. No, no. That's just lack of inflection, distracted at best.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, maybe." And off she drives.

Snow: ((And we can pause whenever *S* Since I know you have to get going Ash-p))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Here! ))

Snow: So with an address in hand Reyna drives to New Jersey. The area is run down like many parts of Jersey are. The buildings in this area are pretty much dilapitated, more of slum living than anything else. The address is of a place next to a empoty lot on one side and a boarded up place on the other. The facad of the building is crumbling down. And it doesn't look like any actual tennants live there, or should be living there that is. There is a light on in 3 of the uppert windows of the place. Loud music can be even heard from street level from one of them and shouts and yells even above the music can be heard, as well as the smashing of was that something glass. There is a car up on blocks across the street. Another car that looks like it was broken into sometime tonight. Not a whole lot of people walking the streets.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She pulls up to the building, coming to a stop...looking up and frowning. "That ID have an apartment number on it?"

Snow: It does in fact have an apartment number on it 1A.

Snow: Simon realizes despote being holded up in the back of the van hog-tied where they are. "Please, I do not have much." head lollying oh for the drugs he was on.

Ashlyn Reale: "Yeah.. Sounds like some shithole place, but we can guess that from the looks." No style points for this guy. She offers Reyna the wallet, rubbing her temple.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes the wallet and looks at it, glancing at the ID. "1A. Sounds like a shithole to me." She nods to Ashlyn. "You wanna come check it out with me before we drag him in, or wait here? Could be nasty in there."

Ashlyn Reale: "Right when we could use Josh," she mutters ruefully. Plucked brows with and fall gently. "How nasty, you think?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I don't know." She shrugs. "Could be traps or the like...could be an accomplice. Could just be a shithole apartment with stacks of granny porn."

Ashlyn Reale: She shudders opely at that, pushing out her hands. "Give me a visual like that again and I swear to -god- I'll wax you head to -toe-. I'm not practiced with it, but I can maybe work on crowd control. Help you out. Maybe.. I hope. Otherwise, I'm no use to you. I wouldn't know where to begin."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. "It's okay. Just...do me a favor. Wait by the door of the apartment, tell me if anyone's coming. Druggie Boy ain't escapin' any time soon." She kills the engine and pulls her keys out. "There's duct tape on top of the mini-fridge. Put some over his mouth. He can still breath through his nose."

Ashlyn Reale: Before Reyna's completely out of the van, she's reaching for the tap and yes, taping his mouth shut. Ash is lacking in the compassion department today, and quick to follow Reyna. "Not a problem."

Snow: When you walk into the building there is a wall with mailboxes, Semms like there is only 20 apartments for this building. Not a whole lot of apartments. There is a staircase that is a switchback that goes up to the top. Par of a railing here is missing, or the spindles that hold up the railing are missing in places. A stair step looks broken in two. Paint is peeling, the floors are carpeted and look disgusting, in desperate need of cleaning or just removal. There is two doors on this forst level, plus a hall that looks like it leads to the back. The door on the left is 1A, the door on the right is 1B, although the B has been remvoed and the shadow of the B is all that remains. The music is louder inside and the shouting has thankfully stopped. Too bad if they guy turned down his musice the sounds of loud sex would be heard. On the door to apartment 1 A is a small plaque that has been defaced many times over stating Manager. although it more reads mange now. There also looks to be about 8 locks on this door. and it looks to be in better working condition that the rest of the doors, more solid and sturdy. As if he has been robbed before and put up extra precautions.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The door is shut, and locked, and she moves to lock all the other doors, too. People know not to break into the Bitchmobile, but still. Just in case. She moves to Apartment 1A. Hmmm...manager. She frowns. "Could be a fake address," she mutters. "Best not to kick down doors. Goin' Umbral. I'll open the door for you."

Ashlyn Reale: "Sure.." Uncertain, but trusting. She hangs out uneasily before the heavy door, glancing around. "I'll wait up."

Snow: No one seems to even know they are there. No one comes by.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Gnosis: 6,5,6,7,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She flashes Ashlyn a quick, supportive grin as she fades out of view slowly, in about 30 seconds. Once on the other side, she steps right through the wall, and starts walking through the apartment, to see if she can see any Umbral Reflection.

Snow: Once inside the apartment, it is a stark difference from the run down exterior. The paint looks new, the floors a polished wood, rugs are on the floor, it is so neat and tidy that Ashlyn would even like the place. Although there is not much furnature, a snakk sofa and a coffee table a small tv. A small round dinning room table, the kitchen looks to have been replaced with all new apploiances and fixtures, new countertops and cabnetry. Something you would expect in a high rise appartment not here in the slums. The apartment runs the length of the building not being all that wide but still with a lot of space to it. There is a hall that runs down to a door at the far end , and several other doors along it as well Looks to be 3 bedrooms and a bathroom if Reyna had to guess at it. Also of note is that the sounds from out in the hall do not carry into this apartment, very muffeled to the ears. The first room is an office, a desk, no computer, there is a bookshelf with books some of his diploma's on the walls, and some pictures of him graduating, very stark. The other room liiks like a spare bedroom, a bed, a night stands, and a dresser, with a rug covering the floor. Once again neat and tidy. Then there is a bathroom, towels hang in silence, a shower tub, all clean, these look like they do not get used much. Then the last room is a master bedroom. There is a large bed, night stands, chest at the foot of the bed, a dresser, even a TV stand with TV and DVD player there. A walk in closet and another bathroom. There is no one else inside, not even a cat.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: All right...she takes a moment, focusing, and steps back through.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Gnosis: 3,1,6,3,4,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She senses that something's wrong as she tries to step through. "Oh, motherfu..."

Snow: Well Ashlyn waits out there. And waitsa out there. No Reyna, no noise from inside the apartment what so ever. ((And would Ashlyn stick around for 4 hours? Because that is how long Reyna is missing for before she finally steps through, although Reyna feels like it was just seconds))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Four hours? Good god... She's begin sensing out for her mind all frantic like after four -minutes-. ))

Snow: ((Nope nothing, Either Reyna got stuck dealing with something on the other side, or something.))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Okay. She doesn't have the keys. Cue scared model panic. ))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Look for a spare key in the area - over the door ledge, under the mat, whatever. ))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Reyna would have given the keys over. They aren't dedicated to her...they would have been handed over or dropped to the ground when she stepped over. Her cigarettes too, and her lighter, wallet, and Brock the Glock. Harry IS dedicated to her, so is her clothes.))

Snow: ((Well it isn;t like he didn't have his keys on him. And Reyna did have to give her key's over to Ashlyn before she stepped through as it was not dedicated to her. So we can pause here since I know you need to get going and next time you are around, ping me and we can have some fun *S*))

Ashlyn Reale: (( ^_^ Yes yes. Guess she'll be hanging out inside of the house then, waiting nervously and careful not to leave her prints. ))

Ashlyn Reale: (( *snugs around* Bed time! Have sweet dreams, both of you! ))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Alright. Plan is - get back to the van, collect the keys, make sure she has her phone, lock up the Bitchmobile again, and get in to the apartment - with her gloves on. Her wedding ring will join her family ring on the necklace to allow her to wear the gloves. ))

Snow: So after waiting 5 minutes, after Reyna dissapeared, and not hearing anything from the other side f the door. Ashlyn goes back out to the car, grabing what she needs, ket's gove etc, locking it back up and moving back inside to the door. ((roll me a perception alertness))

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 2,10,

Snow: Ashlyn would note that there is like 40 keys on the key ring grouped in groupings of 10. So there is a min key ring and then off of it 3 others.

Snow: She does as she stands there looking at the keys in hand hear an upstaris door slam shut.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn thinks better of this, and leaves again quietly, heading for the Bitchmobile once -again- to puzzle out which is the right key on the ring. The man's got too many bolts to break into his place under anybody's sight, and frankly, it's less suspicious to be leaving than entering.

Snow: She makes it to the safety of the Bitchmobil once more. Get's the door locked. And about a minute later a guy wanders out pulling up his pants a little more and heading down the street in the opposite direction the Bitchmobile is facing. He doesn't seem to be giving the van any mind.

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Intelligence: 2,2,1,

Ashlyn Reale: Safely out of discovery range once again and feeling foolish, the BM is locked -again-, and once more she heads back. Feeling a fool. Oh yeah. A gloved hand test the handle, but with no luck, goes on testing the keys - the smaller ring first.

Snow: Some of them fit on 2 of the 8 locks but nothing happens.

Ashlyn Reale: She tries to turn those, and then goes on about holding these in her left fingers. Silly as it is, she tests the keys one by one until she finds one that works, from the top down each time until it's unlocked.

Snow: She goes through each of the three of the smaller key rings, but nothing there happens, they do not turn in the key ring. She should have known, the main key ring with the 2 car keys and mailbox key is the one with the keys for this door. All in all the process takes about 5 or 7 minutes. But she get's the door unlocked. And still no sign of Reyna.

Ashlyn Reale: Then the keys come with her inside the door, which closes again. She immediately looks for an alarm box, of course, even before she's locked the door again.

Snow: There isn't one. Either he thinks with the ammount of locks on his door, or what there isn't one. That or he cannot aggord it. There is a small light on inside of the living room.

Ashlyn Reale: So she locks up the door again, going dead silent to listen, and wait nervously for Reyna for several more minutes.

Snow: Once inside the apartment, it is a stark difference from the run down exterior. The paint looks new, the floors a polished wood, rugs are on the floor, it is so neat and tidy that Ashlyn would even like the place. Although there is not much furnature, a snakk sofa and a coffee table a small tv. A small round dinning room table, the kitchen looks to have been replaced with all new apploiances and fixtures, new countertops and cabnetry. Something you would expect in a high rise appartment not here in the slums. The apartment runs the length of the building not being all that wide but still with a lot of space to it. There is a hall that runs down to a door at the far end , and several other doors along it as well

Snow: Still nothing. Not a sound, no noise not even a cat, or a mouse.

Snow: She will also note the that music she heard outside the front door, is a whole lot more muffled, making any little sound, like the dripping of the faucet sound really loud.

Ashlyn Reale: "Just like my room," she mutters softly. Her bedroom at home had been soundproofed for years. She sighs softly, keeping on the gloves and checking through the living room carefully. Mostly, she's just looking for a camera, photos, developing pockets...

Snow: ((Roll perception))

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 8,5,

Snow: There is no camer's in here, no film laying out, none in drawers, none, there is no pictures of anything, besides the knock off poster styles pictures framed on the wallsThere isn't even a picture of himself or his family in the room.

Snow: This is for the livingroom dinning room and kitchen area's.

Ashlyn Reale: Onward then, down the hall. She's anxious, waiting for Reyna but hell.. she's starting to search. From Delia's memory, she can still somewhat recall the haze of what might have been camera flashes, or might have been the blurred memories of Delia's life in the strip club.

Snow: There is a hall that runs down to a door at the far end , and several other doors along it as well Looks to be 3 bedrooms and a bathroom if one had to guess at it.

Snow: The bathroom door is open, but besides towels hanging it doesn't look when the light is turned on that it is used often, clean very clean. There is a door on either side of the bathroom, and one at the end of the hall. All of the doors are open. The first one looks to be an office, the second a spare bedroom and the third the master suite decked out with it's own bathroom walk in closets etc.

Ashlyn Reale: Gloved and all, she opens them one by one, steeling herself each time to expect the worst while Reyna...what the fuck? What the -fuck-? ...Even if she left now and abandoned Ashlyn to the house, she could still call a cab. Right. Yeah.

Ashlyn Reale: ...Office and master bedroom take most of her interest, really. Pictures, records, bills, plans, diaries.

Snow: The first room is an office. there is some bookshelves with medical texts on them some diploma's on the wall a nice desk with a comfortable chair behind it. Nothing on the desk besides a desk lamp, a stapler, and other similar items. ((Roll Per)

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 8,6,

Snow: Okay so that stands out just a bit. There is a door looks like ti should lead to a closet, but it is padlocked several times over, and had a dead bolt and regular knob lock on it. How strange.

Ashlyn Reale: She frowns vaguely, considering it. Probably hides the terrible stuff... She sits several feet away from it in the room, nervous, afraid, waiting for Reyna for a solid ten, maybe fifteen minutes.

Snow: Still nothing. Right now about 45 minutes of this horrible escapade has passed by and still no Reyna.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn sniffles faintly, composing herself. Murmuring to herself, calming, calming.. Finally, she gets up and checks under the pillows, along dressers, jars, in the bathroom - for the keys, or what might be them.

Snow: She does eventually find the keys, in the office, they were just sitting there in a bowl, on one of the shelves, and yet she had searched the rest of the place. Another half an hour gone by. And still nothing from Reyna.

Ashlyn Reale: She spends another five minutes pacing, but the idea of possible tentant intervention speeds her along to open the closet door. Like freakin' Bluebeard, here.

Snow: It takes some time to get the pad locks undone and the locks on the deadbotl and such. She does manage to get it open though. Although on initial glance there is no light switch there. ((Roll me a stamina roll))

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Stamina: 7,7,

Snow: The smell of formaldahide, and amonia waift up to meet Asdhlyn's nose, something that the door had been blocking down there obviously.

Ashlyn Reale: A gloved hand claps over her nose and mouth, and she reels back, working hard not to gag.

Snow: From the light of the room it looks like stairs heading down into a basement. Which seems to fit with what Corin said. But why lays down there withthat smell is the question.

Ashlyn Reale: She can guess - jars like a fucking science lab, like Tony's place gone fucking psycho and, and.. She retreats to the hall, moment more to compose herself again. Blinking back frantic tears, she mutters, "God damn it Rey, where the -fuck-!"

Snow: Having a science freak for a soon to be hubby comes in handy sometimes. She manages to retreat to the hall no problems. No one around still silent as her voice sounds a bit louder in here than it should.

Ashlyn Reale: Her gloved hands wave in front of her shoulders, as if shaking off the panic - with minimal success. She wants to cry. She wants to freak the fuck out. Reyna's gone. She can't. Minutes pass before she can get herself together well enough to return to the office, looking for a flash light first, then daring for a light switch.

Snow: No flashlight, at least not one in plain sight or in the office, And on first inspection there is no light switch on this end of the stair case, she was going to have to walk down there to get to one.

Ashlyn Reale: "Oh god, oh god.." she murmurs. Her hands press to her mouth and nose to block the scent and avoid immediate shaking. ...The hell if she -should-, but like a thousand B movie starlets before her, she goes down alone into the basement to find the light switch, anxiously looking around for the switch or string.

Snow: Except unlike all of those B movie starlets she does find a lightswitch when she reaches a hand to the wall to locate it. And what she sees. (gonna take a sec hold on for DD))

Snow: The light turns on and the difference between the light of the bare bulb in the middle of the room to the darkeness stuns her eyes for a second. As if the smell was bad enough to be stunned by the light turning on was another matter.

When her eyes adjust the first thing her eyes land on is the steel table gleaming and clean in the middle of the room. It has what looks like a drain in the middle of it that looks like it drains right above a drain in the floor. There is a hose curled up by the wall, where water can be turned on and off from.

But that isn't the disturbing part. There is a try set up with all of the surgical equiptment that one might need or use in an operating room. A glance and above where those sit all spread out in their glory, is jars, about 30 of them with everything from a breast, to a face, part of skin here, that looks like a belly button and the skin around it. To a penis. They are all full of different human body parts.

Ashlyn Reale: There's a scream. A high and piercing sound of horror that, like so many others here, will not be heard or noticed. Likely. It takes her some time to realize it's her own, and by them the chemical reek is clogging into her nose, and seeping into her tongue. She can taste the poison suspending the missing pieces of more than a dozen human beings.


Go figure, but suddenly implants didn't sound like such a hot idea.

Ashlyn Reale: She fled. She turned and, confronted with the shards of phobia, she fled clamoring back up the stairs, stumbling up out of the door and all but slamming it shut, desperate to put space between herself and that table.

Snow: The door leading down to the room, is closed, the stench that was filtering up there cut off once more. Still no Reyna, not even a knock on the oputside door as to someone wanting to know if everything was okay in the managers apartment. Silence once more fills the room eerily.

Snow: ((Count down clock is 2 hours left))

Ashlyn Reale: Much as she had after Delia's murder, she flees to the nearest place - the unused bathroom. The safe bathroom. She promptly vomits into the sink once, and sets the water to run for a while. Fuck evidence - her gloves come off, letting her rinse her mouth and ponder emptying her belly entirely right now, just to get it over with. Where the fuck is she?

Snow: ((Making an ST call here...hold on a sec))

Ashlyn Reale: (( Sure thing! ))

Snow: Reyna steps across by the front door, having lost 2 hours of time, thinking it was only seconds. ((Reyna roll me a perception Alertness))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 3,7,7,1,9,3,

Snow: There is now running water coming from down the hall. But there hadn'ty been anyone in the place before.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Shit. Harry comes out, and the hammer's pulled back. Slow steps down the hallway, carefully investigating.

Ashlyn Reale: The water keeps running. Just a running sink, door mostly closed. Otherwise, silent for the moment.

Snow: (perception alertness both of you))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Creeeeeep creepcreepcreepcreep...slower steps, carefully up to the cracked door.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 2,10,9,3,5,7,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Per (no alert): 4,2,

Ashlyn Reale: Maybe she's just numb to everything right now, bowed over the sink that way, face inches away from the basin with all of its crashing water.

Snow: Reyna notes who it is in the bathroom, how in the world did she get in there?!? Ashlyn of course doesn't notice Reyna.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She blinks. The voice comes from outside the door. "Ashlyn? What the fuck?"

Ashlyn Reale: "Jesus, fucking!!" Ashlyn startles, jumping suddenly when, out of nowhere, there's Reyna. She jumps about a foot off the ground - or so the story always tends to go, reflecting back on a time like this. Her voice raises angrily, definitely moreso than she should be over, oh, a few seconds - which wasn't even time enough to get inside to begin with, right? "Fucking -Christ!- You gave me a god damned heart attack! Where in the hell -were- you!" This is not a question. This is a point that reddens her flushed cheeks. Her face is pink and strained for one reason or another, and the water keeps hammering down into the sink.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ummm..." She blinks again, jaw dropping. Her brow furrows, and she points at Ashlyn for a moment, then the door out of the apartment. Back to Ashlyn...then pointing to herself. She was out there...and now she's in here...but I needed to let her in? She shuts her mouth and raises her hand high in the air, as if to ask a question.

Ashlyn Reale: "What." She's frowning heavily, brow crinkled up. A sharp sniffle, and she reaches out, yanking the faucet off with her bare hand. Gloves are tossed onto the counter, leaving her now bare - the ring is on her necklace - hands to brush at her cheeks. Anything but to touch right now.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I'll take 'How the fuck did you get in here so fast' for $2000, Alex. Do I get the Daily Double?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Sorry, that would be 'How the fuck you got in here so fast'. You MUST phrase your answer in the form of a question!))

Ashlyn Reale: "You get the daily 'ditch your overly sensitive little friend for a couple of -hours-' and a nonfat biscuit." So much for mascara. She wipes at her cheeks again, shifting her weight. Agitated, afraid, angry.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A couple HOURS?!?!?" Jaw drops again. Utter shock.

Ashlyn Reale: Her hand juts out at her, bent to show the delicate watch on her wrist. Another sharp sniff. "What, three? Do you -know- how long it is to just -wait- on my -ass-?" ...Not that she tends to get either tearful or prone to vomiting just by lounging around. But, for argument's sake, because she has to have -something- to get pissed off at if she's going to temporarily not be scared...well...bile-less....

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She checks Ashlyn's watch. "What the..." She looks up at the ceiling suddenly and shouts. "VERY FUCKING FUNNY, DAD!"

Ashlyn Reale: She looks aside. Anywhere but the mirror. Her voice lowers to a mutter. "It's soundproof, not bomb proof. I've checked.." Pause, hard swallow. "I've checked everywhere."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks back down, to Ashlyn, and tilts her head. Lips purse...the Latina woman's initial confusion and frustration are fading fast. A hand moves to rest on Ashlyn's shoulder...slowly, so she can say no.

Ashlyn Reale: She shrugs her hand off, glaring daggers to the wall. Her voice is hard - what it has to be, if she's not going to break down into another wave about it. ...If she can get over Delia, she can get over this. It's just the cost of a little empathy, that's all. "You don't wanna see. And if you do, you don't."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Where?" Simple question.

Ashlyn Reale: She shakes her head slowly. No.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Just tell me. Don't show me." Her voice is calm, soft even. But resolute.

Ashlyn Reale: Her lower lip trembles. She backs up a step, out of arms reach, and croaks, "The locked door. Office. In the office."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Go out and wait in the van, hon. I'll be there in a few." She reaches out and lightly touches Ashlyn's shoulder, briefly, and with Harry still out, she moves to the Office.

Ashlyn Reale: There are no clattering, high heeled footsteps yet. She keeps glaring for a long minute at the wall while Reyna goes. Ashlyn can't quite work up the nerve to grab her gloves and face the night, let alone the possibility of whether or not she'd dropped the keys down there.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She makes her way into the office, looking for the door in question. No humor in her now. Just the predator, on the hunt.

Snow: The door is there closed, but the padlocks are hanging there, it is unlocked, It indeed looks like Ashlyn went down there.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She reaches out and opens the door. And makes her way down, Harry trained in front of her, ready for whatever.

Snow: The innitial assult of formaldahide isn't as bbad as when Ashlyn opened the door, she aired the place out a bit. But it is still there. The light is even still there and 2 sets of keys lay at the bottom of the stair case. On initial glance she see's the same thing Ashlyn did.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks around, face calm and cold, and slowly kneels, picking up the keys. Her eyes pass over the jars, almost emotionless. Slowly, she starts looking around for more.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alertness (WP): 7,10,6,2,6,6,

Snow: Reyna does indeed note the surgons camera off to the side. Not immediatly seen as it is around the corner from the wall where the stairs are. There is a surgons table propped up and belts and buckles that look to be used to strap someone in. But that is not what is so distrubing. It is the photo gallery that is there on the wall. Of each of his victems, catogrized into steps, covering the wall from each step he took to cut off Corbin's face. To remove the skin on her body. To how he took out the brest implants from another. How he took off the penis he made for one, leaving them with nothing. There is even before and after photographs on the wall. There is a table off to the side stacked with papers, and a wooden chair. There is also a medicine cabnit above it as well.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks over the photographs. Then starts to rifle the the papers, looking them over. Not worried about prints...this place will not survive.

Snow: The papers are information on each of the people who took out the law suits, where they lived now details on where they hung out etc. Even some pictures of them at some of the places. Reyna will note one of her, with Ashlyn quite recently. Otherwise there isn't much else down here.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((When and were is the picture of her and Ashlyn of? Can she ID it?))

Snow: ((One of the clubs they went to earlier on in the week as Reyna as 'corin'))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She smirks and takes that picture, tucking it in her trench coat. "Gotcha, fucker." The rest, she spreads over the room. Medicine cabinet is next.

Snow: Medicine cabnet has ether, syringes, gloves, a few vials of different things one not to cause infection, most of them though do not have labels, anything from powders to pills to even liquid. He did keep quite a collection.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes all the jars with body parts in them and throws them on the ground over the drain, to shatter them and let their contents loose. The chemicals are opened and dumped over the charnal mess she's making on the floor...all the chemicals. The pictures are picked up, crumpled up, and placed on the ground in a circle around the mess. Everything remotely relating to his work in this room is doused in the surely volitile chemicals.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And that work done, she makes her way out of the room. She's heading right by Ashlyn, toward the van.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Expression calm. Sociopathically so.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((And pause here. Again! *S*))

Snow: ((And paused once more *S* ))

Snow: Recap: Reyna does her investigation down stairs and then distroys all of the jars and purs the chemicals on burnable items(the desk the selving and work bench), then proceeds to come upstairs and Ashlyn will note her walk by.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And, as previously stated, sociopathically calm. "I'll be right back," she says, as she goes to the front door, unlocking and opening it up to step out of the apartment.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn at first follows by several steps - then draws up short, seeing Reyna's face and hearing...that. That stops her. She watches Reyna leave in silence, not stunned, but gradually absorbing the reality of this surreal situation.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She walks into the hallway, out the front door, to the van. Keys come out, and she unlocks the door, to the back, stepping inside. The door shuts for just a moment, and she takes Tsitsu form.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Sta+PU: 3,9,3,3,8,

Snow: Simon had been dozing in and out of both consiousness and floating there thanks to the drugs. It has not, obviously, been long enough for them to wear off. It was definatly a strong dose of the drugs. "Who....what...." several blinks it seems the drugs are helping to mess with his mind.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks down at him. Not a smile. Not a frown. Just her calm, expressionless face. "Say one word until I tell you too, and I'll make you wish I'd just rip your throat out." She reaches down and plucks him up with ease, opening the van door and stepping out of it, moving back to the apartment with Simon slung over her shoulder.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn wavers in the apartment, torn between leaving outright, and staying here. Indecision makes her choice for her - she's still there when Reyna will return. She's moved out to the living room, pacing anxiously. Her hands shake and wring together. Who would've guessed? Her first murder.

Snow: After she pulled up his pants that is (per player) he get's slung over her shoulder with a grunt, and a groan of pain, yeah, he is still injured as well as partially out of it. He seems to know though it best to keep his mouth shut. If Anyone is watching or spoted Ryena no one seems to come to Simon's rescue, turning away and or going back to what they previously were doing. Either the guy who left earlier has already come back or he is gone for the night. The sounds of music have stopped and all seems quiet in the building.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She steps through the front door, a bigger, more muscular (but still entirely human) Reyna. She still has that litheness to her, the dedicated clothing having expanded to fit her bigger form. She walks right toward the office and the secret room.

Ashlyn Reale: Nervously, she follows after Reyna, hanging back several paces. Even the clack and clatter of her heels sounds nervous. "Rey? Rey, what're you doing?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She does, however, pause to shut the front door behind her with a dextrous backwards flick of her foot.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I'm getting our answers," she says, moving directly into the the room where the ruined mess of body parts, soaked in chemicals and powder and more, lays over and around the drainage pipe. She drops Simon to the ground, looking down at him a moment once he hits and giving him barely enough time to get his wind back before grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and yanking him back to his feet. Large, strong hands grab the deranged doctor by the head and force him to look at Reyna's handiwork.

Ashlyn Reale: She stops at the doorway, not daring the steps again. No fuckin' way is she daring to go down there and submit to a lifetime of willing emotional scar tissue. Gooseflesh already runs rampant over her. She swallows hard, perched at the doorway, one hand covering her nose and mouth again and waiting, in silence.

Snow: When Reyna makes him look at her handiwork Simon's faw and face go from a drugged and pain induced slack, to one of almost a drugged clarity. Jaw sets and his lips thin noticable, if you are looking at him. Although his pupols are dialated because of the drugs they have a hardness to them that was only there when Corin(Reyna) was fighting with him. He doesn't speak. Just stares.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You see that?" Her hands tighten on the back of his neck, staring at his eyes...recognizing that hardness. THERE we go. "You see what I've done? I've ruined it. All your work...everthing you've done. It's all. Fucking. Gone." No emotion in her voice. Reyna doesn't even talk about the weather this way, or what day of the week it is. Her volume doesn't rise, doesn't fall. "How does that make you feel?"

Snow: "I see what you have done." his voice back to being that smooth one instead of the scared one as before. "It still does not matter, as my work was done. It was noted, in papers, and with each of their deaths. They deserved what they got and I know I was the one who gabe it to them." eyes gleaming.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Wrong. You didn't get Corin. You lost her. She got away. Your work is unfinished."

Snow: "mmmmmm" he smiles. "You are wrong. How many truly are left? How many truly deserve what the other's got?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "So how are you going to get them, if you're not leaving this room alive?"

Ashlyn Reale: Now here's the right personality. This is not something she's looking forward to, and she won't get any closer. But it has to be done. Ashlyn leans her shoulder against the wall, making sure she won't fall face first down the stairs because of a little shock or horror. Breathe in. Breathe out. And then, an opening. Or at least, an attempt. She has to know if he really did kill them all - or if they'll have another target after him.

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Int + Empathy: 7,7,3,10,8,9,

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Willpower: 3,3,10,2,

Snow: "There will be other's to take up my fight. There always is." still smiling.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She smiles without mirth. "Right. But the only way they'd know to do that is if you left them clues. No one's as enlightened as you, eh? There isn't anyone who knows what you know...who knows the truth, right?"

Snow: "If you are going to kill me just do it bitch." he is even now getting an amazing rush, and quite the hardon.

Ashlyn Reale: The silence spans minutes up there from her. Finally though, there's a dull clatter. She's coming downstairs. No hesitation, no fear. No nervous wringing of delicate hands. She walks down like she owns the damned place, approaching the two with a straight face - and a callous gleam in her grey-blue eyes. She walks with a steady pace, and a sharpness that implies outright eagerness - a violence of motion that for her is almost never affected off the runway - and even there, only sparingly.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks over at Ashlyn, eyes appraising her a moment. "Ashlyn, what are you doing?" She yanks Simon back, to put herself between Simon and Ashlyn.

Ashlyn Reale: She sways to one side, remarkably steady. Her eyes are for this particularly sick fuck, not for Reyna. The doubt, hesitation, and fear are gone from her. Entirely. "Killing him," she replies calmly - though with an undercurrent of excitement to the tone. Her voice rises faintly, eager. "Let's do it, already."

Snow: Simon having been pushed behind Reyna trys to see Ashlyn he knows her voice, he knows that one will kill him, where he had his doubts about Reyna preforming the killing, he doesn't at all with Ashlyn.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She shakes her head, watching Ashlyn. "No. We're not killing him. I am. You're not taking your first step down that road. You don't understand how much it will change you." And that...is final, in her mind. "Is he the only one? Or does he have an accomplice?"

Ashlyn Reale: "He's clueless and useless. Somebody else took the models - he's just..." Her voice trails off, at once wistful and utterly disdainful. She doesn't quite finish that thought vocally. Instead, she turns her almond eyes slowly to Reyna, watching her intently. Unblinkingly. Her gaze is for once steady and disturbing. There's not a single shred of pity, remourse, or compassion in her at this exact moment. She checked her limp wrists at the door. "What do you care? I have every bit as much right to it as you do. Stop wasting time. Stop -justifying-. He -deserves it-, now let's -do- it."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Persuasion: 8,9,2,10,8,2,

Snow: Simon smirks. "See what I mean."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "This isn't about who has the right, Ashlyn." She returns the woman's gaze calmly. "If this was about who had the right to do it, Corin would be here right now, and I'd be handing her Harry. This is about who should. And that, Ash, is not you. Leave this room. Right now. Please."

Snow: ((Last said to Reyna))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Manip+Empathy (WP): 2,2,5,7,8,9,

Ashlyn Reale: Her lips purse, not a line, but a pressing form. Full and angry. And hell, rightfully so - wasn't she the one terrorized for months thanks to these model killing fuckwits? It's as hard to argue with Reyna's words as it is to ignore the ecstatic beating of her heart, the almost physical need to reach out and choke the life out of him. She stays still right now, staring Reyna down with her foreign, pitiless eyes, torn.

Snow: ((Ashlyn roll Willpower))

Ashlyn Reale: d10: Willpower: 8,2,10,6,

Ashlyn Reale: While she doesn't seem pleased with leaving, her shoulders ease their tension somewhat. Her look softens from anger to tolerable disappointment. Which in turn transforms into a sharp look of warning to the man beyond her. "If you think you're getting off light justbecause it's not -my- hand, or Corin's, you're dead wrong." No pun intended. Her words are hard and cold. And she's backing off, retreating to the stairs again, and then reluctantly, up them to the office. She doesn't close the door.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And as soon as Ashlyn starts to back away, before she can get out the door, Reyna spins Harry in her hand, holding him by the stock, and slams him, as hard as she can, directly into Simon's face. Bringing back memories of a curly-haired young man who she did the same too. And showing Ashlyn what she was almost willing to do. She's going to beat the man's skull in.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Cave Skull In (WP): 9,8,7,5,9,7,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage: 2,6,8,10,3,3,2,5,6,9,5,

Snow: d10: Soak: 6,9,4,

Ashlyn Reale: She would flinch - normally. She'd hesitate. Now, she hangs by the doorway, just on the edge, watching steadily and listening to the crack of the gun on his face. Gallows humor bubbles up into her head, and along with that violent streak recently awoken, curves up a smirk on her face. It might as well have been carved there.

Snow: Simon wasn't prepared for the attack watching Ashly leave as best as he could. Reyna's attack to his head with Hary, comes as a shock and stunns him into passing out once more. He is a willing target at this point.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The bloodied butt of the gun rises again, and falls. Reyna's expression is dead.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Cave Skull In: 3,5,7,1,4,7,9,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage: 6,9,7,8,5,4,5,

Snow: d10: Soak: 7,8,9,

Snow: Head bouncing a biut with the second hit, but he is still breathing and graning in pain.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Methodically working. As the man's face contorts, cracks, and deforms under Reyna's work, she starts to laugh. Perhaps the giddiest laugh Ashlyn's ever heard from her, and easily the most insane. She's crying as she does it. She brings it down yet again.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Cave Skull In: 3,8,1,1,2,9,9,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Damage: 5,2,8,6,10,8,

Snow: d10: Soak: 4,3,10,

Snow: That lkast hit. The crunch of his skull as it becomes soft, no more groaning, nothing, he even drops heavier in Reyans hold, if she isn't holding him he falls to the ground amongst the body parts and the chemicals. Dead.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: He's dead...she knows this, in the back of her mind. Somehow, though, she cannot stop hitting him. She keeps hitting, and hitting, until his skull is pulp, his brains falling in chunks to plop on the floor. Her clothes are soaked in gore, her face, hand, and gun stained red and black and other visceral colors. Still, she keeps hitting, until there's nothing left to hit.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Of his head, at least.

Snow: And she does so.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn never moves to stop her. She just stays there, blankly at the doorway. Her hands are clean and her mind is filthy, listening to every wet crack, hanging on the distant details. Distantly, she's aware of the need to cover their tracks and evidence. She just can't tear away from this yet.. maybe on the way out, yes.. Plans form in the back of her mind. Cover tracks. Don't let Tony know. Ever.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Finally, she lets his headless body fall to the ground. A moment's pause, before she slowly reaches into her pocket, pulling out the folded picture of Ashlyn and Corin-Reyna. She pulls her lighter, flicking it to life and setting fire to the picture. "Now we can leave, Ashlyn," she says, numbly, as she watches the image of the two of them together burn, and goes to drop it onto Simon's work.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: As it's falling, she's turning, walking out of the room. The concrete floor and the cinderblock walls will keep the building from burning.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Snow: d10: : 2,5,

Ashlyn Reale: "No, we can't." Calm. Almost cold. Still at the doorway. "Wash your hands. We have to burn the apartment. It hass to catch before we go. The door will be closed to this room. Come on." Doesn't she have more emotion than this, usually? Does it matter anymore? "Hurry before the fire catches up."

Snow: The chemicals and such that were spread does indeed catch fire. So does the work bench and desk more burning as of right now because of the chemicals, but it will burn hoter and longer as those items start to burn. The heat down there starts to grow. If Ashlyn is correct and the fire spread then they will have about 15 minutes before it reaches the first floor and starts to catch the rest of the place on fire.

Ashlyn Reale: Ashlyn closes the door after Reyna's out of the room, locking it and then moving on to the kitchen to find some house cleaning things. Basic, really. Any alcohol would also help, here.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "It's burning now, Ashlyn. Find a fire alarm. Pull it. We're leaving, now. Get in the van." All murmured, as she makes her way out. Harry's still gripped tightly in her right hand, knuckles white under the gore.

Ashlyn Reale: "Get the alarm. I'll catch up," she assures. And while she's at it, grabs a towel.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She frowns very faintly as she sees Ashlyn moving, and not toward the door. "Get out of the apartment, Ashlyn. Right fucking now. Don't make me pick you up and carry you."

Ashlyn Reale: "And leave my prints all the fuck over?" She holds the towel over her arm, frowning into the kitchen. "I'll be right -there-. Go. Get out first, pull the alarm, get in your car." She doesn't really need to -say- she shouldn't be caught gory, right?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She opens her mouth, and then gives in. She can't feel strongly enough to argue with her right now. "You have two minutes before I come back in. If the people escaping see you running out, prints won't mean too much, will they?" She turns and makes her way out of the apartment, finding the nearest fire alarm and yanking it down. Two minutes. She makes her way out to the Bitchmobile.

Ashlyn Reale: Aerosol can in the microwave, set for five minutes. Pine Sol and any available alcohol down the hall and bedrooms. And then, after that brief stunt done as quickly as she can, she's out at a run for the bitchmobile.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: On her way to the van, while Ashlyn's setting her booby traps, she flips her cell phone open, making a phone call.

Snow: The two people inside sort of have never heard that sound before and stumble awake, but it is more of when they smell the smoke that starts to pour through the apartment building that they do escape. Which is several minutes after Ashlyn and Reyna have left by then.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's got the engine started by the time Ashlyn is out there. She hasn't cleaned up, no. She didn't last time until she made it back to the apartment. She can shower there. The radio is turned off. Silence in the van.

Ashlyn Reale: She climbs in to the passenger side in silence, offering the towel in that same, guiltless silence. She eases back, relaxing as if they'd done nothing wrong.