Jeff Brolin: *Knuckles push open the door. The multi-pierced man seems to ignore everyone. Not in the greatest of moods, but it seems the music feels pretty damned good. An escape. Maybe he's a LITTLE high. Just a little.*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy shifts a bit more in his corner and digs out another handful of change, trying to see if he has enough for another shot.

Felisa Espinosa: Snippets.
Of faces.
That was Spits over there, seems he was going to have a chat with Queen Bee, and was that the kid from earlier, the one with the board?

Spitfire: He looks back to Mary and her crowd and snorts, he isn't here at the whim of some woman, he'll dance when he wants to dance. He raises an eyebrow to her and gestures with his hand, if she wants to talk she can come to him.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She makes a pout when he turns her down, and then laughs, unable to hold that expression for long. The girl shrugs, and says something to the people around her as she starts to make her way towards Spit.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods to himself and makes his way up to the bar, not too far from Felisa. "Another shot of the cheapest gin ya got." He pushes the change across the bar with a crooked grin.

Jeff Brolin: *He wastes no time in losing himself in the crowd, though. Just ABOUT ready to lose himself.* ((And should anyone need a DD... http://www.geocities.com/fangwulf/jeff/html))

Spitfire: He at least stays still and doesn't wander away like he was going to do. It had been a while and last time they met...well somebody died. He respected her in a way, she took what she wanted. He waits till she gets a little closer "Yo, Mary, looking like you slapped some make up on for a change!" Oh yeah, really charmer this one as he grins with the statement.

Felisa Espinosa: Storm clouds are brewing, but will it rain? And who will reign this night? That and a few other questions crowded the woman's mind as she watched and waited, staying silent for now.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: d10: per+alert: 7,7,2,6,9,

Jeff Brolin: d10: per+alert: 9,3,2,6,

Jeff Brolin: *He notes Fel from the corner of his eyes, but everyone else... it's a very negative vibe. He seems to be digging it, however.*

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He takes his shot and gives a sideways glance to Felisa. When he sets the tiny glass back to the counter he turns to look at her. "Hey.. uhh.. Fel, right?" He says, barely loud enough to make out over the music.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Fuck. Back at you." She gives a friendly laugh as she steps up next to him. "Come on, let's hit the floor. I wanna dance with the Spitfire, the baddest guy I've ever seen. We got this place."

Felisa Espinosa: "Yeah, that'd be me man, possibly imitated, never duplicated. I'd go danse macabre but eh, much more fun to just people watch sometimes, y'know how that goes, yeah? So. How've you been? Was the porterhouse steak good?"
She glanced to see how Jeff was doing, and where he was, and then looked to see Mary and Spits talking. Hm. Not as violent as she thought it would be.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He wrinkles his nose and looks out to where she's looking. Maybe something interesting's happening.. "Ehh.. I don't wanna talk about it."

Jeff Brolin: *In the crowd, doing the usual rave thang. Glitter. Contact. One knows the drill. Trying to lose himself.*

Spitfire: "You buttering me up for a fucking bruising?" A raised eyebrow but a grin, he seemed to be in all things a good mood. "You want me to dance to this crap?" He thumbs the speakers "When something good comes on, I'll let you know, till then my boots stay the fuck here. So how the fuck have you been Mary?"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I'm doing the thing that I do, same as before. What you into?" She gestures up at the band, which is playing hardcore metal, rock, and punk.

Felisa Espinosa: "Shit dude, wasn't that bad was it?"
Felisa winced, because that was the reaction she felt portrayed things properly, but said nothing more of it.

Spitfire: "Oh, you know, bringing balance to the fucking force, being dirty rebel scum!" all with grins

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Into the rave the girl walks, flicking a cigarette into a garbage can just before she slips inside. She's in her usual get-up...the tank top, the jeans, the duster. And she looks, from the heightened grin on her face and the level of madness in her eyes, to be in an especially...Reyna-ish mood. She smirks as she makes her way in, looking around.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns and shoves his hand in his pocket. Looking around with a scowl. "Yeeeeeah.." He trails off, not sure what to say to the girl.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 5,10,8,4,2,5,

Jeff Brolin: d10: Dex+Ath (abilApp): 4,6,7,7,3,2,4,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nudges him in the side, siding up to him a little closer with a friendly smile, hoping. "Yeah, but what music, boyo? What do I have to do to get someone famous out there to make a scene?"

Felisa Espinosa: "Some shit doesn't need to be said, you feel me? It's you're game Andy, I'm pleased enough to roll the bones every now and again, being a minor player in the play o' life."
Her eyes twinkled, dark mad things.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Per + Alertness: 6,6,1,5,

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives a low chuckle. "I've played that game before. I always come in second to last. Stick it out to the end.. but never ACtually accomplish anything." He leans back against the counter. "Fucking rock at scrabble though."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Ooh, good dancer on the floor. She notes Jeff with a chuckle, eyes glittering with mischief. She also notes Mary-Margaret & Spitfire near the floor and that grin just wiiiiiidens. But she doesn't approach immediately...rather, she makes her way toward the bar. She needs a drink.

Spitfire: "A scene.." He looks about grinning "What kind of scene, cos if you lure me out and then say something like a 'swinging' scene, am gonna be like all fucking kinds of upset?" He laughs that manic one of his.

Jeff Brolin: *He seems to know what he's doing, anyway. It's a loss of consciousness, of power. He just drifts with the crowd.*

Felisa Espinosa: "Well cool man, that means you don't need anything spelled out for you," she said, and laughed a little at her joke before putting her ciggie out, "which means you're ahead of most of us loons."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives another crooked grin. "I'm starting to envy the insane. Seems you need to be damaged in some form or fashion to truely appreciate this city. Good thing I'm just passing through."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "More like we go out there, and I get all of the hot girls I know to use you as their pole. Everyone wants a piece of the Spitfire." She says into his ear. "It'll look good for ya. Everyone will be jealous, buddy."

Felisa Espinosa: "You stay here long enough and it'll fix itself right up," she says, nodding once. "The trick of it is, this town I mean... is that you have to realize that it's a feral place, savage. Oh sure, it's got a police force, the government isn't going anywwhere... but once you look at it, I mean really LOOK... you'll see the squirming guts."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives another low chuckle. "Yeah.. not worried about the police so much. They're easy to shake."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She slips up to the bar next to Felisa and grins to her as she waves down a bartender. "Hola, chica. Whassup?" Andy gets a brief nod, and the bartender gets an order for a Tequila Sunrise.

Spitfire: He snorts rolling his eyes "I don't give a fuck if there jealous or not, and half them girls will have no doubt had enough fucking poles it'b like sticking it in a rather large hole with central fucking heating!" He laughs again. "I'll dance when am damn ready." He says back to her "But feel free to look good as I stand on the sidelines." He gestures his arm "Looking good Mary, but the leather had a kinky feel to it."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shifts his weight when Renya plops down, nodding to her as well. "Uhh.. hey."

Felisa Espinosa: "Not shit chica, taking in the sights, the sounds, the looney toons yeah? Seems I've run into the nest of some Queen Bee or other, girl with a posse, yeah?"
She smiled and shrugged, then turned to Andy. "I never underestimate The Man. Guy's gotta long reach, but if you tickle his armpit just right, he can't do dick but squirm."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She shakes her head, "It's just business, buddy. I'm just trying to make this memorable. PR and all that, yeah. You still with that chic, Teri?"

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shrugs at Felisa's comment, looking around the crowd. "Ehh.. trucks to the face are pretty effective too. But only if you run like a motherfucker directly after."

Spitfire: He smirks "I wondered what was in it for you." He winks to her "Yeah, am still with Teri, but damn can that bitch nag!"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She laughs, "Dump the bitch, man. Come help run things on the other side."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hmm?" She raises an eyebrow, but makes an educated guess...Brooklyn, posse...yeah. "You talkin' about Mary? Yeah, there's something about her, and not in the Cameron Diaz/Ben Stiller way, either. She and I are real close pals." She snickers a little bit at that.

Spitfire: His eyes glint at something beneath the surface "And what side is that Mary?"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Mine. I've been hoping to run into you. I heard about your history, and I tihnk you're the perfect guy to help me out. There's a lot of fame in it for you."

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh you guys gotta little feud going? Like as soon as she sees you the guns are gonna get pulled? I wanna know just so I be prepared to leap over the bar if needed. Granted, it'd be fun... but goddamned I just repaired this jacket from the car explosion and I'd like to keep it hole free."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Dunno." She shrugs a bit, grinning. "She might, she might not. Might come over and give me a biig, tight hug. Doubt it, though."

Spitfire: "And what does helping out involve?" One hand sliding to his belt buckle and holding there, the other left to hang at his side.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy looks from under dark greasy hair from reyna to felisa for a second. Half listening, but not much paying attention. He quirks a brow at the mention of guns being drawn "Eh? Man.. being shot would ruin my fucking day.. for REAL."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She leans up his side and whispers into his ear.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah, don't worry about it. She's a good shot...if she shoots, she'll hit me." Not that she seems worried about it. Crazy bitch.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She lowers herself, and looks up at the man seriously with hard eyes.

Felisa Espinosa: "Yeah Andy, getting shot would be a pain in the ass. Or chest, or head, wherever you got hit."
Reyna got a quirked eyebrow. "Well okay then. You gonna start Big Trouble in Little Crooklyn, or is this gonna be a game of canasta?"

Spitfire: He moves closer to her, almost making it look like something far more intermate was going on

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow on Renya. Suspiscious.. and hesitant. "Uhh.. okay. That's.. good. I guess."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She tucks an arm around his back, nestling her lips near his ear.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shakes his head "Never was good at canasta.."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Dunno. I usually just like to toss the gasoline on the fire, see where it spreads to." She looks over to Spitfire and Mary Margaret. "Looks like she's getting busy with Blondie-Bear over there."

Spitfire: He moves an arm around her waist

Felisa Espinosa: "Yeah? Huh."
Well, that looked weird. Made her wonder, and then shuffle through her thoughts, then think a little more. Interesting combination there, she thinks. Good thing I was here.
"Canasta? Yeah, kinda suck at it myself. I prefer poker."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She runs a hand along his cheek, covering their faces.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Me, I'm a Bullshit player."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He flashes reyna a crooked grin. "Good game. Suck at it myself, but hearing it in full swing is like a new genre of art. Kudos."

Felisa Espinosa: "There are a lotta those around," she said, grinning and turning to face the bar. "Not too mnay good ones though, and they tend to get ground in the gears. Still, sucker born every minute, or so they say."

Felisa Espinosa: *brb, smoke*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "It's a blast," she tells Andy with a laugh, then looks to Felisa, that cocky little eyebrow quirking up. "Ain't nobody better at the game then yours truly. Trust me."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods, looking away from Reyna "I'll keep that in mind." He says with another low chuckle. Shifting his weight nervously. Talking to strangers does that to him.

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh yeah? I'll have to keep that in mind chica."
She grinned, mad little smile.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Felisa gets a wiiiide grin, and she leans back, pulling a hand-rolled smoke and lighting up. "You'd best do that." She winks to the Puerto Rican girl, and then looks back over to Spitfire & Mary Margaret. Not being all that subtle about it.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Her body tenses against him.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He fidgets a bit where he stands.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "So what's your name," she says to Andy while still watching the duo.

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh believe me, I will. I'll even wink on it and give you the cheesy gun clicka, chica."
Which she does. One wink, one cheesy gun using her hand, and the click from her mouth, and she does it so well you'd think you were in the Orbital Lounge in downtown Vegas. Felisa turned to check on the two for a moment.
"They seen ever so close..."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+emp: 3,2,4,5,9,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Don't they, though?" Her brow quirks a little bit. "Makin' me get all wonder-y over here. And a Curious Reyna is a Dangerous Reyna..."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Without looking back over to the woman, he mumbles. "Which one ya want?" with a bitter undertone. He rolls his shoulders in a stretch and looks up to renya. "Call me andy. It works."

Spitfire: His arm tightens slightly around her waist

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She slides away from him a little, looking a little hurt.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Andy works for me, too." She extends a hand, looking over his way with a grin. "Reyna. Charmed. But not, like, Aaron Spelling Charmed. 'cause that's just tacky."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Well, she slides as far as he allows.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He pulls a hand out of his pocket and whipes some excess filth off on his ratty jeans before slipping his hand to hers. "Right on. Can't be tacky, now. Not at a rave."

Felisa Espinosa: "Yes, yes that is pretty tacky. I'm glad you're not Aaron Spelling. Although if you were I'd wonder how you changed into someone that's actually attractive. I'm almost convinced that there's alien DNA splicing going on with that girl."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Nope. Not here, not now. I won't be tacky at a rave, I won't be tacky in a cave, I won't be tacking on a dam, I won't be tacky on a tram, I will not, will not, Andy my man." She shakes his hand with a chuckle.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He gives another crooked grin to reyna. "I knew there was a connection between bullshit artists and bad poetry. You're the missing link."

Felisa Espinosa: She jerked forward, chuckling.
"That's good, that's a funny one Andy. Gold star and a brownie for you."

Spitfire: After a few seconds he lets her go. "Spitfire." Is all he says

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oooh, thanks!" She snickers at Andy's comment, and takes a sip of her drink. "I'm honored."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He keeps the halfgrin plastered to his face. Aww.. he made a funny. "Anytime. I'll be here all week. Ehh.. or until I'm not."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Spitfire." She nods. "Hey, I've said my piece. If you want it, fucking take it. I can't make it any better than this."

Spitfire: "I'll think on it" He says back, grin suddenly returned

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She smiles in return, watching him carefully. "Hopefully, this'll turn out right. I'm taking a serious chance here, ya know."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Per + Alertness: 2,5,8,5,

Spitfire: He rolls his eyes "Aren't we all in this game, whos nuts will be on the firing line, won't be yours, an am not a sell out to over the fence, but I think you already know that..."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The drink is set down and she pushes off from her lean. "Well, time to start throwing some diesel on the Barb-B. be back in a few." She starts to make her way straight toward Spitfire and Mary, that wide, cocky grin on her face.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "Yeah, and I'm honestly in the same fire as you. This is your chance for some fucking action, man. It's a simple play."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He quirks a brow watching reyna move in. Looks over to felisa "Uhh.. does that mean now'd be the best time to jet? How well do you know that girl? I'm REALLY not in the mood to catch a bullet.."

Felisa Espinosa: "Oh this should be a hoot and a half. Andy my man, we may just see history in the making."
She looked around for the exits, things to work with in case it got supah dupah ugly.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He frowns and fidgets "Never cared for history. Schooled in track, though."

Felisa Espinosa: "Did you do any stretching recently, Andy?"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: What exits? There is one behind the long bar, and the one that's acting as the entrance. The thick crowd is going to make it hard to run anywhere.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ain't no such thing as a simple play when you're involved, Mary," she says with a chuckle, coming up. "You can turn an inbound pass into World War Three. S'up?"

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He nods with a cocky grin. "Yep. Limber as ever."

Spitfire: "We'll see, like I said, think about it, I'll let you know"

Felisa Espinosa: And that's two exits that she can use, by god.
She started to pump up the volume, just in case.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She turns to see who is speaking, and suddenly her eyes fill with beastial rage. A black steel hunting knife is drawn from her jacket. ((BP to Dex))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Self-Control: 9,6,3,5,

Spitfire: d10: Per & Alert: 4,6,2,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Careful, there, Mare." She raises a hand, finger waving back and forth. "Don't bring a knife to a gun fight..."

Spitfire: He looks down at her hand then spins his head, not sure who is coming but only it wasn't directed at him. Was this a gang thing or just a personnel Vedanta? He stays as he was...grinning.

Felisa Espinosa: "Good, wouldn't want you to strain a hamstring Andy, those are a bitch when you're in mid-flight."
Why did this remind her of Samurai Showdown all of a sudden?

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "I brought that too. But you're so... damn... close." She gets out between clenched teeth. The black blade of the knife is pressed against the back of her wrist, hidden in the dim lighting.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Self-Control: 6,3,4,3,

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy's eyes widen, nudging Felisa. "Uhhh.. you ready to book? I think that's my fuckin cue.."

Spitfire: A quick look up and down of Reyna then he catches her statment "A show down, old school rules" Spitfire chirps in "Back to back 10 paces kinda gun fight, or just the one where you fire bullets and if your lucky you actually hit somebody and not the crowd?"

Felisa Espinosa: "You're gonna have a fuck of a time wading through the crowd dude. Tell you what just let me know which way you're gonna book, I'll go the other exit if it comes down to it, that way we won't be fighting for the same opening."
Or she could just hide behind the bar when the shooting started, if any. Looked like thick ass wood, bits of metal.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "That depends entirely on our little gangbangin' friend here." She grins to Mary. "So what's up, Girly-Girl? You seen Sadie around? Hear she's missin'...and I'm placin' odds on your ass. Denty says hi, by the way. He's missed those sweet caresses he gave your forehead."

Spitfire: He takes a step back, not through fear but to give the girls room, gang rules, not his fight.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He shifts his weight, looking to both exits.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She seems to be barely hanging onto her anger. "Yeah. I killed her and threw her in the river. She's gone, chica." ((BP to dex))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Manip + Subterfuge: 8,9,6,8,4,4,5,8,

Felisa Espinosa: Felisa looked at the goon squad. That was the big x-factor, and she knew a fuck of a lot about those types. Bullshit artist, that was what she said, yeah? Well this didn't look like much in the way of bullshit, baby.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Subt: 1,9,4,6,7,6,

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: Andy gives a low whistle and veers toward the door he came in. Looking over his shoulder to Felsia. "Fuck this.. I'm out. I'll catcha later, less you get shot or something."

Spitfire: Spitfire mocks a hurt expression, then looks to Reyna for her line or fist, or maybe even denty...sounds like a pole of sorts...

Felisa Espinosa: "Take it easy Andy, I'll catch you on the flip, believe it."
She gave him a wink and blew him a kiss. "Get going while the getting is good."

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: He wrinkles his nose at the blown kiss and worms his way through toward the door.

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: d10: dex+ath: 3,2,3,9,10,4,8,

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: d10: : 1,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Her eyes narrow dangerously and that smile just wiiiiidens. "That was the last mistake you'll ever make, Mary." There's not a single thing warm or inviting in her voice, and her look is pure murder. She starts to back up, away from Mary-Margaret, keeping her eyes on the woman. "Last. Mistake. Ever."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She follows the woman, black blade against her wrist. "Then let's fucking do this." She focuses her attention on her and smiles darkly. ((Raising Passions on Reyna.))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Charisma + Emp: 4,3,4,2,

Spitfire: He looks between them "This place is about to be Armageddon, no holds bars.... damn what a night." He backs off grinning to give the girls there breathing room, eyes drawn to the conflict, his own blood pumping...you never know if your going to be dragged in ((BP Dex))

Andy Gallo [PB 2]: And andy.. runs like a scared girl. Surprise!

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((getting a judgment call from Ashton on Reyna's Humanity))

Felisa Espinosa: She looked at the bodies between her and a thousand bullets. Nope, not as many as she would like.
So she scoots over three seats down. Like boxing, Felisa was working the angles.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((It's over 4, it's been decided, at the very least. *G*)) She smirks a little bit and shakes her head. "You a dumb bitch, Mary. One dumb...fucking... bitch. Who's gonna save your ass this time?" She's continuing to back away, toward the door. Her hand goes into her duster, coming out with Harry.

Spitfire: d10: Per & Alert: 4,5,7,9,

Spitfire: He only just notices Flea, and is that a breif look of concern for her...nah must be the light before he is drawn back by that statement to the battle of the divas

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Mary follows her, smiling darkly, "Yeah, I killed her good. It was in the hospital. She was down on her knees, defenceless. Sound familiar, you fucking monster?" ((BP to dex))

Spitfire: He watches them start moving, shit Mary was being positioned for terrain, taking it from her turf, he should really tell her.... but he doesn't, that involves moving and getting involved. Not his fight

Felisa Espinosa: She's got a multitude of options at this point.
Things in her jacket, things in her head, the body itself. The crowd. This was why, in case the reader wondered, why she usually sat at the bar and not at a table.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: (init?)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She laughs at Mary's words...laughs good and loud. "You just started a war, bitch. Every fucking person I can muster on my side of the fence is coming out for your ass, you know that?" She smirks, and continues her way toward the door. She's getting REAL close to it. "Dumbest mistake ever. And there's some in here. Right now. So killin' me? Don't make it any better for you. You've already signed your death warrant."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Manip+Subt: 3,5,9,2,4,1,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Init plus Ten: 10,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Okay, it was worth a shot. She must be too manic to be convincing. She actually kinda WANTS this fight. ((Sure, if she's attacking now.))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Per + Subt: 1,7,8,10,7,4,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Initative plus six: 8,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: ((Yes, but you get to declare first! Hehe!))

Spitfire: d10: Initiative plus : 9,

Spitfire: ((I will be rolling as Spitfire will be following, consider him not getting involved unless I decare it before the next turn.))

Spitfire: ((Thats plus 6, damn thing lol))

Felisa Espinosa: d10: int + : 6,

Felisa Espinosa: ((12 total))

Ashton: ((Watching over incase there is any issues or problems.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Guys, just for reference, numbers do NOT input into the die roller. Nor do apostrophes. Just so you know.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Declared in reverse order: Felisa, Reyna, Spitfire, Mary.))

Felisa Espinosa: ((Felisa stands pat, looking on))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She continues her back toward the door, ready to dodge if necessary. ((Holding for dodge.))

Spitfire: ((Spits is watching)) He steps back a final time getting out of accidental firing range, any bullets that come his way would have to aimed.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: Mary takes a really fast step forward suddenly, driving the knife into Reyna's gut as many times as she can. She's slashing and cutting and killing. Red was one of her best friends... and God was on her side. ((BP to Dex again, and WP on the last of five knife attacks.))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 6,5,8,7,1,1,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 4,9,4,7,9,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 7,4,3,3,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 4,5,6,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: WP: 5,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 7,4,7,1,10,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 10,8,3,10,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 2,6,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 2,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge-WP: 9,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Damage (one auto): 3,2,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: It's an absolute whirlwind of movement, as Reyna dodges massive amounts of attacks...one of them actually gets through. ((Str+1 Lethal damage))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: then one more die: 5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And it's just a nick, really.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh, duh nuh, duh nuh...YOU CAN'T TOUCH ME!" She's laughing madly as she dodges the attacks and quoting MC Hammer. ((New Round))

Felisa Espinosa: "Fucking Dragonball Z there..."
Whispered as she watches the crowd and the goon squad. No gunshots so no herd instinct panic, not yet, but you could help but notice that commotion.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: This, of course, only pisses her off more.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Stands pat, watching everything. Paying attention to the crowd))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Fuck this shit...she takes a chance and tries to focus. She doesn't have the ability to keep this up. Stop...Umbra Time! ((Ready to abort to Desperate Dodge if necesary, though. *G*))

Spitfire: He watches

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Gnosis: 6,8,1,3,10,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She continues through, not stopping or slowing a bit. You see, a dead body doesn't get tired. ((BP to dex, maxing it. Six knife thrusts jackhammered at the woman, WP on the last.))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 2,7,6,6,7,10,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 8,8,7,3,8,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 8,10,3,3,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 10,6,9,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Abort to Desperate Dodge))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: 8,5,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Melee: WP: 6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 7,1,4,9,9,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 6,8,8,4,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 8,5,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge: 4,8,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Desperate Dodge-WP: 2,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Damage (one auto): 4,7,3,3,6,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Damage (one auto): 8,6,2,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Damage (one auto): 3,8,7,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Damage (one auto): 9,7,4,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Damage (one auto): 3,2,3,4,

Ashton: The crowd is certainly paying attention and stating to let out with cries and shouts. Some panicing and others just watching the show with morbid fascination.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And Mary just guts the shit out of Reyna, who falls on the ground, a bloody heap.

Spitfire: "Shit, like a fucking jack hammer." He states, nostrels flaring a touch at the scent of blood.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She holds the bloody knife close to her wrist again. No need to have it flashing in the dim, flickering lights. She looks down at the body, frowning, back to the crowd.

Ashton: Seeing the woman in the duster go down, more of the crowd starts to panic and flee. So many witnesses though to the brutal crime. Such a mess to clean up. Surely the authorities will be on the way soon but still... less then a minute has taken place since the first flash of the blade.

Felisa Espinosa: "Damn..."
She didn't understand it. Why in the hell didn't the woman do something other than zig and zag? Fucking crazy... and fuck all when Josh finds about about this, not to mention Andy and the others.
Suddenly the nightlife of this town got a lot darker.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She takes out her cellphone, and dials Blue's number.

Spitfire: He didn't need to be here right now, far too public. He steps back with the crowds, he was just another morbid watcher...

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She whispers into the phone. "Blue, I need something quenched before it even begins. Call our police contacts first, and get them to ignore any calls out this way. It's none of their business."

Felisa Espinosa: She melded into the crowd herself. Time to meld.
Felisa took off her jacket, the doo rag, let her hair down and observed.

Mary Margaret St. Michael: "After that, I also need you to phone around to make sure this story doesn't get out. At the most, someone was hurt, but everything turned out okay in the end. Got it?" She murmurs into the phone.

Spitfire: "Nice" Good moves, and nice to see her in action, just in case. He leaves with the crowds though, he couldn't go forward and say nice display...not in public, thats for another time.

Felisa Espinosa: She didn't say a word to anybody at all, and her face was about as expressive as doll's face would be. Though the smell of blood was an intoxicating thing, something that made her want to linger, it would be prudent to just go.
She shook her head and made sure that she wasn't seen.

Spitfire: And out with the crowds he goes ((And I need to sleep...well that was interesting *pets the rav* poor willette. Night folks, thanks for the scenage *waves*))

Ashton: As the crowd things, the bouncers and roadies start to step into view. Shouting for people to clear the way. One of them moving towards Reyna to check on her. Some of the organizers are starting to ask the more calm people what the hell happened in the wake of the immediate chaos.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Nighters man))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's still on the ground. Still not moving, still cut all to shit. Crazy bitch.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Night, Judas!))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She nods to the person on the phone, and starts to walk away. It'll have to be handled later, then. "I'll start phoning around. Nice work Blue. I'll talk to you tonight."

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She'll leave with the crowd as well, then. ((Rolling to blend and disappear into the crowd))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: d10: Dex + Stealth: WP: 7,3,8,3,1,9,3,4,3,

Ashton: The man hovering over Reyna shudders some and rips off his shirt, trying to apply direct preasure to the various cuts as best he can. Perhaps the person in charge of this underground rave starts to shout to the bouncers to clear the place out NOW before the cops show. And in short order the people starts get hearded to the door, no need for the cops to go busting them or the club goers for some stupid gang tussle.

Felisa Espinosa: Out the door and into the night air, numb from the violence but not in the shocked bystander sort of manner you'd expect from the straight-minded, Felisa took a glance back before heading for a fairly close patch of shadow and stayed there, melting into it. She'd wait this one out for a bit, see what happened.
((Cloak of Shadows))

Ashton: The one tending to Reyna calls out to the boss man. "Boss, she's still alive! Quick, get the first aide kit!" The suprise is evident in the man but someone was already bringing it. "Quick, get her taken care of before the cops show up!"

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She turns her head, and glances back. Then she continues to head out the door with the crowd.

Ashton: ((Any questions on Reyna's survival should be addressed to me if there are any :) ))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: She slowly walks out the doors, and out into the night.

Felisa Espinosa: "Well I'll be damned. Looks like there might be a round three in the works," she whispered, grinning. "Note to self: Make sure they're dead as hell. But I knew that one already."

Ashton: The one with the first aide kit seems to have a basic idea of bandaging up cuts. Working quickly while two other bouncers close in to clean up the mess. Others are packing up things as quickly as they can. Obviously skilled in clearing out of a place fast in jus such an emergency.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She lets them work on her. Unconscious, barely living bodies don't do much to fight medical attention.

Felisa Espinosa: She stays stock still, expanding her hearing, getting any details that she can get. Spits, it seemed, wasn't anywhere around. Guy knew how to vanish, that was for sure. Felisa wondered if any witnesses would remember his face, the guy was fairly famous.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Heightened Senses))

Ashton: In no more then ten minutes, Reyna and all the music equipment is placed in van's and the place is almost like... well it was before the rave took place.

Felisa Espinosa: Damnit, where's a cab when you needed one?
Felisa looked around. That damned van needed to be followed by god. Were they going to drop her off at the hospital? And where was the nearest hospital?

Felisa Espinosa: ((Is there a cab or a moped nearby? *L*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Ashton: ((*Beats ICQ for crashing as I typed* Oh! I meant to ask you. Is Aerin's challenge time-bubbled, as in taking place as of whenever it ends? Or we counting it as of Monday when it started? I'm very cool either way, just wanted to know for Aerin's playing purposes.))

Ashton: Unfortuantely with the mass exodus from the area, there doesn't really seem to be any available cabs or mopeds within sight. If that isn't bad enough the sounds of sirens can be heard in the background as they approach the scene.

Felisa Espinosa: "Ah the police, kooky keystone kapers. Always too much and too late with the men in blue, I suppose I'll have to leg it... and then I'll have to wing it."
Luckily she was from Brooklyn, lived there all of her life and part of her death. She'd figure out where the nearest hospital was soon enough.

Ashton -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Doesn't make me any difference. Depends I guess would he push to finish all at one time or take breaks on it))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Ashton: ((He's gonna push, so I'm cool with it all taking place as of then. Just was making sure. :) ))

Ashton: Given all of Felisa's skills and knowledge of the area, it is a piece of cake to slip away before the cops are even in sight. Once a coupld of streets over and into more lively areas she's even able to find a cab!

Ashton -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: (np :) )

Felisa Espinosa: She slid in, showed the cabbie a fistful of dollars. "Follow that van, or look for one with (insert details here), or, if you can't and don't know what the fuck I'm on about, take me to the nearest hosptial, stat. No questions, I have money."

Ashton: He does indeed try to drive around, on the meter of course. They don't happen to find the van's though since they maybe travel back roads. He then offers to head towards the closes hospital by his reconing if thats really what she wants. Still not asking any questions... money easily buys silence in the right circles.

Felisa Espinosa: "Quickly man! Haven't you ever wanted to fly around town like they do in the movies?"

Felisa Espinosa: She showed him the money, just like the Tom Cruise flick. That oughta put some lead in his foot.

Felisa Espinosa: ((Holy crap, she's gone gray on me!))

Ashton: And he grins at her response, and sure enough puts the petal to the metal. Moving smoothly through the streets now on the way to the nearest hospital. It probably takes about ten minutes for them to make it there but there already seems to be a comotion near the Emergency Room entrance.

Ashton: (lol)

Felisa Espinosa: "Thanks dude, you're a gentleman and a good cab driver. Gimme yer card if you have one, I'll call you if I need you for... ah, cabbie stuff."
She paid him, and paid him well. The tip was ridiculous, but she didn't hear his thanks. Felisa was out the door and trotting towards the chaos.
Being a Malk was a damn delight.

Ashton: He pulls one out of the front pocket of his shirt. "Sid's the name and drivings the game!" he says cheerfully.

Ashton: Felisa rushing up will see Reyna on a gurney being wheeled inside. A gaggle of people all working on her together to make sure she's stabalized. Things like "pulse is steady" and "How did she survive all this damage and blood loss?" can be over heard clearly. Some people are just too lucky for their own good it seems.

Felisa Espinosa: She grinned at that, took the card, blew him a kiss even if he was leaving, then headed down to mill in the crowd. This, sadly was one of the disadvantages of being Puerto Rican; even slightly taller than the average girl of her racial heritage, the woman was still short.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's lyin' on the gurney, pretty well motionless. Right now, even the snark is gone from her. She looks very much like the near-corpse she is.

Felisa Espinosa: But still alive, and fuck if she didn't look a lot better than she did when she was first stabbed. In short, she looked almost dead.
That's a scooby-goddamn-doo mystery right there.
Now what to do? She followed, but not too close. There had to be an opening, something she could use.

Ashton: The security of the Emergency Room of course keeps out any non family or lookie loo's so it would take some fast talking to get to get much closer to what was happening. Clothes are cut off, put asside and not too much attention is paid to whatever the woman had on her. That would be for the police would quickly be made aware of the situation. A privacy curtain is brought around so even watching becomes difficult after only a minute or two.

Felisa Espinosa: She's latino, Felisa's latino, this could possibly work in their favor. Beaners unite!
There was a quick look at the clothes. Damn, maybe she could get the duster at least. Felisa put on her saddy-sad face. "I came down as soon as I could," she said, "I'm her cousin, and an intern at the hospital, just got my papers goddamn it, and I'm right in the middle of having my brains fucked out when I get the call. Sir," she says, grabbing his coat and looking up with pleading eyes, "I gotta be in there for her. I know my presence can help her get through this trying time, I KNOW this for a fact. Where are the coats? I'll scrub down."

Felisa Espinosa: ((Do I roll subterfuge or acting for this weirdness?))

Ashton: (Um, ya subterfuge+manp :) And how old does she look again?)

Felisa Espinosa: (Just turned 18 *snerk* college material)

Felisa Espinosa: d10: man+sub ((wp)): 4,4,7,6,3,6,1,

Ashton: The security guard might look too muscle bound to be smart but he's been doing this for a long time. "What relation are you to the victim? What call? Did you have something to do with dropping her off outside?" he asks while moving closer to her. "We should move over here out of the way and wait for the police to arrive."

Felisa Espinosa: "The call came on my Blackberry, it was from a friend at the scene," she said, showing it to him. Thing must have cost near a thousand bucks. "And I just got here, literally, to see my dear cousin through this. Damnit sir, there's not much time to waste here, if a stabbing with a knife is "straight in and out" then the length of the stab wound on the skin surface is typically slightly less than the width of the blade, due to the elastic recoil of the skin following withdrawal of the weapon. This effect is exaggerated by the tendency of the wound to gape open so that the wound becomes wider but shorter; the extent of gaping reflects the alignment of the wound relative to natural lines of tension within the skin - Langer's lines. Wounds with their long axis parallel with Langer's lines tend to gape only slightly, whereas wounds aligned at right angles to Langer's lines tend to gape widely. The extent of wound gaping is also influenced by damage to underlying fascia and muscles. Consequently, the length of a stab wound on the skin surface should be measured after the gaping edges have been approximated (using transparent tape), thus re-establishing the anatomical relationship of the skin edges that existed prior to injury. Now for god's sake, I know it looks weird, seeing me like this, dealing with it, but I know what I'm talking about."

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+sub ((wp)): 7,7,7,4,3,2,5,

Ashton: Well at least the string of mumbo jumbo seems to give him pause for a moment as he looks her over again. "Well maybe so but we've got plenty of people already working on her. She's not even concious so you being near her won't make a lick of difference. You'll be able to see her once their done, but I'm sure the Police will want to ask you some questions and find out who this friend of yours is." He says with a more simpathetic tone.

Felisa Espinosa: Damnit all to hell, she wanted to be IN there. She let out a long sigh, and shaky hands went into her pocket to fish out a pack of Camels. "You don't understand sir, it's a cultural thing, spiritual. Family has to stick together, draw strength from one another, and that's just as important as scalpels and bone saws. But very well, I'll just..."
She hung her head and started to walk off... away from the man, outside if need be, into a patch of shadow to wait. She looked at her Blackberry.
Call Redbones or not? Hmmm....

Ashton: He watches her pull out the cig's, and gives her a look. "I understand you are distraught, but you should know better. You'll have to go to one of the designated smoking area's." he says calmly.

Felisa Espinosa: She looked him over. "Maybe one night when somebody you care about is lying on the gurney you might feel the confusion," she said, frowning a little, starting to walk off.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: per+emp: 1,9,7,8,5,

Ashton: He sighs some while watching her wander off, and goes back to checking on the surroundings. Just waiting to make his report to the Police Officer when he shows up. Arms folded over his chest while waiting with the occassional look to where Felisa goes.

Felisa Espinosa: I'd better make sure he won't cause any damned problems, she thinks, and gives him a glance before looking at the smoking area with the usual morass of people with worried, tight faces, and then she turns slowly, and shuts him down as best as she can.

Felisa Espinosa: d10: Cha+Emp : 4,3,7,7,3,

Ashton: And he does indeed seem... to have less of a heart for what he is doing and just waits there with far less enthusiasm then before.

Felisa Espinosa: He was probably jaded enough as it was, seeing fucked up person after fucked up person come through those swinging doors night after night after night. She excused herself, claiming to need air, would be back as soon as she could, all of that, just needed to be outside away from people.

Ashton: ((Thanks for the scene :) Sounds really good))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Thanks, guys!))

Felisa Espinosa: ((We do what we can. Damn sub+man rolls))

Ashton: ((Pretty good rolls there *winks* Take care :) ))