Brice Halloran: Thanks. ~She smirks, then shrugs~ Was really hard not usin my legs. ~A small laugh at that~ Fuckin trainin, y'know? Ya get inta a mindset an it's hard t'remember t'get outta it in some situations. But fuck, man. I didn't wanna kick 'im in a friendly spar with steeltoes.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+alert: 7,4,9,3,7,

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Well you could have taken them off hon. And honestly... I don't think he would have minded all that much. Guy's got a wiring for being hardcore, yeah?"
She waved over to Burnham, catching him out of the corner of her eye. "Cori, y'seem a little on the quiet side. S'up?"

Burnham Vaul: "Hello Fel.. How are you tonight?" As burn approaches he casts a glance at the others, trying to place any faces he might have seen before.

Cori Frost: "just a weird mood i guess, must be the moon" she looks down to her skake weaving through her fingers. she looks to Brice "i'm Cori by the way" she offers her free hand.

Brice Halloran: ~She glances at Burnham as he approaches, then a shrug back to Fel~ I ain't takin my shoes off 'round here. Ya nuts girl? ~A laugh, then she looks to Cori and takes the hand, eyeing the snake before the firm shake~ Nice t'meet ya. Brice.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "I'm good, about the same really. Nothing going on here or there except the usual shit."
Felisa looked up at the full moon and scratched the back of her head, looking over to where Josh was. Maybe that was why he was so antsy, who knows?

Cori Frost: "nice to meet you too..."her cell goes off and she picks it up after checking to see who it is. "yeah?.....whats wrong..."sigh "ok...yeah ok i'll be there" she looks them "sorry i have to bail nice meetng you again Brice, take car Fel" she turns and moves off.

Brice Halloran: ~She gives Cori a two-finger salute, then turns her attention back to Fel and Burn, her head tilting~

Cori Frost: ((sorry work calls))

Burnham Vaul: "Hmm.. people beating the crap out of each other in the middle of the promenade is normal? My i feel almost as if im at home." His accent is british, a foppish and lazy upper class drawl. Richard E Grant on valium.

Brice Halloran: ((Is ok. ~Hugs~ Thanks for playing!))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "It's normal enough in my world. And yeah Brice, there have been a couple people that think I'm on a weird tilt, but what the fuck? Takes all kinds... Oh yeah, manners. Brice, Burnham. Burnham, Brice."

Brice Halloran: ~She nods to Burnham~ S'up man?

Burnham Vaul: "A pleasure, Brice. A pleasure indeed." He smiles, a rakish grin that continues to hover on his face, as if something amuses him.

Brice Halloran: ~Her nose twitches in amusement at Burnham's whole demeanor and accent thing going on, her own with traces of the south to it. She looks over at Fel again~ Well y'know..... ya are on a 'weird tilt'. S'what I like 'bout ya. I need some kinda comic relief goin or I'll wind up a mindless drone.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Cool, that was my deformed Miss Manners for the night. Now, since that's over and done with, what the fuck are you guys doing over on this side of town? Usually you guys are over in Battery or something, yeah?"

Brice Halloran: ~She smirks, shrugging~ Needed a change of scenery. Speaking of which, I need some chow. Saw a damn good lookin deli back a ways. Y'all want anythin?

Burnham Vaul: "Im just out for a walk.. I have been working far too hard recently, the dogs of war nipping at my heels you know.. No time for artisty, only graft." He is still grinning though, as if what he is saying is more amusing than anything else. "Still, one must suffer for ones art i suppose." He puffs on his cigar, and then blows a smoke ring in the air. it hangs there above his head like a halo until the breeze plucks it apart.

Brice Halloran: ~her gaze swings to Burnham once more, and she just can't seem to contain herself. She cracks up laughing~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Nah, I've eaten tonight, thanks for asking though. I'll catch you if you've got errands to pull, all that shit."
She looked over at Burnham, her eyes dark and odd. "Dogs of war you say? You sneakin' and freakin' Burnham?"

Burnham Vaul: Burnham's smile only widens. "I am glad i provide you such hilarity." He sketches a bow and then takes another puff on his cigar before putting it out on the wall and throwing it into a bin. Without so much as a pause he pulls a long cigarette out of a silver case, and lights that up, inhaling the smoke and holding it in his lungs.

Burnham Vaul: "Sneaking and what?"

Brice Halloran: ~Her arm wraps around her side, and she leans up against a lamp post, tears coming to her eyes from laughing so hard~ Man..... you got that whole euro trash shit nailed down to a fuckin art, doncha? ~She looks at Fel, still laughing~ It hurts..... oh it hurts..... Fuckin bruised my ribs an poster boy for techno goths over here's got me laughin so hard it's makin it hurt.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Freaking. Slang for... hmmm, how to put it. Doing... questionable things, as the Replicant in Blade Runner put it." Shark's grin, which melted into a smile over Brice's emotional outburst. "You okay over there?"

Burnham Vaul: "Questionable.. I suppose it depends on who is asking. Those who would understand the answer, otr those who wouldnt. But truly you take me far too seriously." He looks at Brice, and his gaze is patronising. "Techno-goth?"

Brice Halloran: ~She sinks down to the ground, in roll after roll of great big belly laughter. She lays on her back, watching Burnham. Just the site of him making her laugh that much more, her hand with the slowly burning away cigarette waving at Fel for an explanation on that one since the girl can't even talk at the moment. Too busy laughing at Burnham~

William Halloran: The giant makes his way along through the area, head bowed, smoke in between his lips and hands in the pockets of his jacket. The big man is quiet and introspective, it seems, this afternoon. Somber.

Big and scary. Those are the two best words to describe the man standing there. Standing a touch over seven feet tall, and easily weighing over 400 pounds, the man pretty much defines the saying “I wouldn’t want to meet HIM in a dark alley!” His hair, a dark brown, is just a little too long to be considered short, and is worn combed straight back, revealing his face...and that’s not a good thing. The right side of his face is distorted and misshapen, looking somewhat caved in at the cheekbone, as if from an old wound. The eye above is perpetually bloodshot, though the original green reflected in the other eye struggles to show through. He’s dressed in a T-Shirt advertising New York City Wrestling, a huge pair of blue jeans, and size 17 boots. His gaze is surprisingly gentle for someone as intimidating as he is, and the look he gives off indicates...loneliness, perhaps? ((Fame 2: Check Who's Who for Details))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "If only you knew Burnham. But that's a story that's still in it's infancy. Suffice it to say you're way off the mark."
She went over and steadied Brice up a bit. "Christ girl. You do realize he tagged you a few times, yeah?"

DM -> William Halloran: ((don't you mean check the Rich and Famous for details not Who's who? since we do have some who's whos as well*s*))

Brice Halloran: ~She takes the helping hand up, slowly starting to calm down. She wipes at her eyes, nodding to Fel's words~ Yeah..... ~Gasping for air, watching Burn some more as she makes an attempt at straightening herself up a little bit~ An it didn' hurt much till he started talkin an made me laugh. Shit, girl. Call me uncivilized cuz I sure as fuck ain't got no snooty accent an smoke cigarettes long as my arm. ~Well she tried to settle herself down. But he's just too much. She gets laughing again and moves towards a bench~

Burnham Vaul: "Well it is one that i would dearly like to be told one day, especially since i apparently act like one. they must be capital fellows."

Brice Halloran: An' besides...... ~Still laughing~ He was hittin me like he'd hit a girl. I think he thought I was some kinda glass doll or somethin.

Brice Halloran: ~More howling laughter~ Most of 'em are gay, man.

Burnham Vaul: Burnham just shrugs. He takes another pull on his cigarette and turns, walking over to where they are but not sitting down.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Stop talking. You'll kill the poor dear if you keep this up," she says, not at all serious as she watches Brice hobble over to the bench, obviously feeling the jabs of pain. If she was anybody else, anything else, her face might have shown a bit of empathy.
It didn't.
Still, she went over to sit with Brice, giving her gentle pats on the back. "And he's thinks I'm too serious? Goddamn..."

William Halloran: He glances over at the trio nearby as he walks...he recognizes Burnham, of course. And Fel. They both get nods, though somewhat distant ones. Brice gets an appraising look, and a nod as well, as he exhales a drag of cigarette smoke.

Brice Halloran: ~She takes a few gasping breaths, forcing herself to subside the laughter a bit~ Where the hell did you find this guy? He's a hoot. ~She looks at Fel, finally trusts herself enough to take another hit from the cigarette~ An this is why I stay outta tha clubs an shit. I can't handle the whole snobbery shit, I'll fuckin piss myself laughin.

Brice Halloran: d10: per + alert: 6,2,2,9,

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+alert: 7,2,4,7,9,

Burnham Vaul: Burnham looks at William and nods back, not having anything against the huge man. He even smiles. "Good evening William. how are you?"

Burnham Vaul: ((im going on the principle taht he is slightly hard to miss..))

Brice Halloran: ~Her head tilts in Will's direction, her eyes sparkling with all the amusement she's found in Burnham along with the wide grin at the barely subsided laughter and the smoke pluming it's way out. She looks back to Burnham once more~ Dude, say something else. This is some funny shit.

William Halloran: ((Yeah. If you miss William, then you're blinder then my wife. *G*))

Brice Halloran: ((~LOL~ I'm tellin!))

Burnham Vaul: He returns his gaze to Brice, and his voice freezes over. "As much as i relish the opportunity to amuse you my dear i am not a wind up toy."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Holy shit, it's the rasslin' dude. Hey William, what's the shake n' bake? Where's um..." she snapped her fingers, trying to remember the name. "Goddamn, what's fer face... Brigitte? I haven't seen that chica in months."
Well, if Brigitte was a chica in the first place. Felisa wasn't exactly ignorant these nights, not anymore. She turned back to Brice. "Him? God, I forget... but ah, yeah... don't hurt yourself."

Brice Halloran: ~She starts laughing again~ Man, I didn't say ya were. Take some happy pills an sip some tea, a'ight? Is all in good fun.

William Halloran: "Sir," he says to Burnham, nodding a little bit. Wary toward the man, at least someone. Felisa gets a blanch when she mentions Brigette. "She's at home right now."

William Halloran: ((someone = somewhat))

Brice Halloran: ~Thought the mention of wrestling gets the girl's attention shifting yet again, her eyes moving over to Will once more~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+emp: 1,1,1,3,9,

William Halloran: ((Don't you love that that's not a Botch per Revised rules? *G*))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): She missed that blanche completely, it seemed.
Felisa shrugged and relaxed. "Well tell her I said hello, and that I asked what the fuck she's been up to. She just kinda vanished, y'know? Went the way of steam."

Brice Halloran: ((~LOL~ NO! I still like the old rules on that stuff.))

Felisa Espinosa (Night) -> William Halloran: ((Happens to the best of us *nods* I'm just glad it wasn't an Aura Read. *L*))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Happens to the best of us *nods* I'm just glad it wasn't an Aura Read. *L*))

William Halloran: "Yeh, she's been busy." He shrugs a little bit and nods, looking over at Brice again when she looks him over, then back to everyone in general. "Howya been, Fel?"

Brice Halloran: ~She glances over at Burnham~ No hard feelins man, you jus crack me up is all. Sorry if I offended ya. ~She looks to William again, takes note of the shirt, then over at Fel~

Burnham Vaul: Burnham doesnt grace the tea crack with a response, instead he just carries on smoking and watching William. His mind quietly ticking over, he wonders who bridgitte is. Something to find out, thats what..

Felisa Espinosa (Night): She stood up and looked up at the moon, playing hide and go seek with with clouds. "Me? I get into my thing just as you get into your thing, yeah? Lots of nights, blurring into each other, mischief, mayhem, that sort of thing. This city, she's a snatcher, a grabber of bodies and souls, and I don't believe I'd have it any other way. Otherwise... fuck, you might was well move to Cleveland. Or get stuck in amber. Whatever's most appealing. How about yourself? How's the ring treating you?"
Brice got a look. Felisa stuck her tongue out at her for fun.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((with the, not with with, of course))

Brice Halloran: ~Fel gets some ashes flipped her way and a chuckle, then another look at Will, watching him a little more closely at the shop talk~

William Halloran: "Ring's treatin' me awright, I guess." He shrugs a little bit, reaching a huge paw up to scratch at the back of his neck. "Ain't nothin' treatin' me wrong there, yanno? Workin' at a club, too. Bouncin' an' shit. New one...Sanctuary, over in Statan."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "So she finally got that one runnin', yeah? How's business, you guys turning in a profit? Me, I don't go to Statan much, not much of a need... but I'm glad the shit is working for you guys. Last time I saw her... well, one of the last times I saw her, she was all nervous as fuck, told me a little about loss and love, yeah?"
She flicked the ciggie she was holding into the pier, her doll face turning, looking at the ground.

Brice Halloran: ~She takes the last hit from her cigarette and sends it skittering along the trail, then leans back on the bench and lifts one side of her shirt to look at her ribs, poking at the Joshua's Fist sized bruise starting to show it's pretty colors~

William Halloran: He frowns, a little bit uncomfortable with how open Fel's being about her conversation with Brigette. He looks at Burnham once more and then back to Fel. "Yeh, well...'nuff about that." Ooh, an introduction to distract with. He smiles faintly to Brice and nods. "Heya. M'Will...Will Halloran."

Burnham Vaul: Burnham continues to smoke.. and listen. He eventually looks over at Brice again, and her pretty colours. "Looks like he landed a few good hits. I missed most of it, but i must say it isnt often i see that much skill in a street brawl."

Brice Halloran: ~She blinks.... repeatedly and looks up from the poking at her side~ Halloran? No shit. ~She offers up her hand~ Brice. Brice Halloran.

Brice Halloran: ~She gives Burnham a lopsided grin~ D'ya see the fuckers fist? Was as big as my head, man. But 'e hit like a sissy.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Suit yourself William," she says, and inside there's a smile that would outshine the sun, but that smile cannot be seen, because it's buried.
And it's buried deep with the folds of her strange little brain.
The bruise distracted her. Or, at least, it was a handy distraction. "Yeah. Looks like he nailed you hon. Figured if he wasn't pulling the blows you'd have had a cracked rib."

Brice Halloran: He landed two good hits on me, that was 'bout it. I'm thinkin he was jus scared he was gonna hurt me. Ain't no fuckers that big that can't pack a bigger punch than what he was throwin.

Brice Halloran: ~She nods to Fel~ yeah, s'what I figure. ~She looks back to William again~ You from the south man?

William Halloran: He blinks and smiles a but, taking the offered hand from Brice in his enourmous paw, shaking. "No kiddin', no shit. Nice ta meetcha."

William Halloran: "Naah, born'n raised here. Bronx."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Maybe it wasn't as much of a street brawl as you figure, Burnham. Only reason Brice didn't kick 'em was due to the steel toes. You'd have changed the whole mood of the fight."
She considered another cigarette, then cast the thought aside.

Brice Halloran: ~She grins at Will and gives the hand a firm shake~ Nice meetin ya. ~Then her eyes get big and she grins~ Oh hey! Yer tha guy.......... someone asked me if I knew ya.... cuz we got tha same las name.

Brice Halloran: ~She grins over at Fel~ If I wasn't 'fraid I'da fucked 'im up too bad I'da busted out full force. But I ain't gonna go usin steeltoes in no friendly sparrin, that shits just not cool.

William Halloran: He chuckles a little and nods. "Yeh, figger yer gonna get that reaction a bit." He smiles some. "Actually, I think I hearda ya. Yer in MMA, right?"

Brice Halloran: ~She nods, grinning~ Yeah, moved up here 'bout six months ago or so.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "God. You brawlers and your connections. Make me feel like a geek why don't you?"
She laughed a little, thought, fuck it, and pulled another cigarette out.

William Halloran: "Cool." He nods to Brice and then grins just a little at Fel's comment. "Come to a few shows. Ya'll feel like less of a geek, I promise." Back to Brice. "Ya competin' up here at all?"

Felisa Espinosa (Night): *brb. all this talk of smoking*

Brice Halloran: ~She nods~ Yep. At least once every couple weeks. Coachin too, for tha new recruits an shit.

Brice Halloran: ((~Staples tag~))

Brice Halloran: ((grrrrrrr))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): *back*

Brice Halloran: ((That's better))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): *Damnit it was only a few minutes. SORRY ((hangs head))*

William Halloran: "Cool." He nods to Brice again, impressed. "I love that MMA stuff, but it ain't my style. I'd get my ass kicked."

Burnham Vaul: ((sorry that was me))

Brice Halloran: ((I don't think it was you sweetie, I think we lost Burnie)) I try ta keep up with the wrestlin stuff, but here lately I been too busy. Got any matches comin up I can try an catch?

Burnham Vaul: Burnham doesnt talk at all during all of this. Toe to toe wasnt his thing. He leans against a lamp post and chains another cigarette, wondering wether he should just wander off and continue his walk.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Dude, you're what, four hundred pounds easy. All you gotta do it get those huge ham hocks on somebody and they're on the corner of Beatdown and Ass Kick. Don't sell yourself short."
God knows she wouldn't want to deal with that scene.

William Halloran: "Every Friday," he says with a nod. "We do shows weekly. Good times. Lemme know when yer available, I'll comp ya some tickets."

Brice Halloran: Well fuck..... ~She thinks~ I got this friday booked, but I think I can go next friday. ~She chuckles and looks over at Fel~ Didn't ya learn anything from watchin me an Joshua? Size ain't shit, it's speed an skill with kickboxin.

William Halloran: "Naah, Fel." He shakes his head to her. "Takes more'n bein' big. Trust me. Ain't sayin' I can't fight, just wouldn't last in the octagon, so ta speak."

Brice Halloran: ~She nods at Will's words~ Yeah, and I prolly wouldn't last fer shit in a wrestlin ring. They get ya backed into a corner an bout the only thing I could do without gettin penalized would be to duck an run. ~Laughs~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Brice, you use what you've got if you're smart. Now what I learned from that little tussle: You were more than willing to put it on the line than he was, when it came down to it. I mean, the guy could've caved in your torso if he threw himself behind that first one. It wasn't as if he didn't have the skill, really. More like he wasn't quite up to cranking it all the way to eleven. Now me, god... I'd have to use my head. I mean look at these arms."
She made a muscle. Small, but for a geek she's surprisingly toned (Athletics 2).

William Halloran: "Ultimate Fighters usu'lly do awright in the ring," he says with a shrug. "Jus' takes some adaptin' of style. Bit more showmanship."

Brice Halloran: See that's where there'd be conflict. I ain't in it fer tha show, I jus love tha fightin.

Burnham Vaul: As he finishes the last of his latest cigarette he decides he might as well try and enter the conversation. "Ive never been much of one for the whole toe to toe thing, Though i can see how the skill would be useful, and i can appreciate the artistry of it."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "I'm not too much for the fancy either. It's just beat up or get beat up. All those bells and whistles get people killed. You don't see to many old drug dealers, for example, and the way those fuckers act you'd have thought you were seeing a stage presentation."

Burnham Vaul: "Just havent dedicated the time to training myself in that area." Burnham for his part is well built.. though its hard to discern tone through the suit he is wearing he is built like an acrobat, and certainly moves like one.

Burnham Vaul: ((dont think that was me..))

William Halloran: He shrugs at Burnham and Fel. "What I do in the ring...it ain't about actual fightin'. I can fight..." He cracks a tiny, bitter smile at the memory of a girl getting choked-slammed into pavement. "An' it has use, but trust me...you ain't gonna see me suplexin' anyone across a parkin' lot in a real brawl."

Brice Halloran: ((~LMAO~ That was a damn good fight. They'll have to run into eachother again.)) ~Nods~ Yeah no shit. But fuck if I won't round house a motherfucker in tha jaw if he thinks I'm some pushover that'll sit there an let 'im mug my ass.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "No, I guess I wouldn't. I'd hate to get dragged into court as a witness to that," she said, a hint of a frown on her face. Memories of judges swam through her mind like a school of dark, annoying fish.

Burnham Vaul: "Myself, i would prefer to shoot them and be done with it." Hard to tell if he is joking.. He sounds serious but then with Burnham you just never know.

Brice Halloran: ~She digs out her pack of smokes and lights one, readjusting her sitting position on the bench to make room for anyone else that wants to join her and Fel~

Brice Halloran: ~She makes a face at Burnham as she exhales~ Man, I hope yer kiddin.

William Halloran: He frowns at Burnham, not at all thinking that he's joking.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "There's a certain finality to that sort of thing Burnham," she says, looking at him. "Everything has a purpose, sure, and there's a time for such violence, so they say. But there's also a matter of degree... not to mention the local constable taking an interest in the deed..."
Huh. So Burnham's not squeamish when it comes to killing, perhaps? Felisa thought about it, filed it away.

Brice Halloran: Guns are jus not cool..... too many people die with that shit, y'know? Beatin someone's ass is one thing. They gotta live with that knowin there's someone out there. That'll kick yer pride in the nuts. But shootin...... ~She shrugs, shaking her head~ Anybody ever fuckin shoots me they better make it a good shot an get me in tha fuckin head.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "That's a bit more complicated than it sounds Brice. There was a guy in the old neighborhood, a real fucker with his fists. Nobody could touch him in a straight up fight, but the guy that hid in the shadows and plugged his ass killed him as easy as tying a fuckin' shoe. Some people, when you give them a sound kicking, they don't let it go so easy..."
Pride, yeah. Pride works in a lot of ways, she thought.

Brice Halloran: S'why I don't fight outside tha ring or friendly sparrin. ~She shrugs~ Too much bullshit and politics comes with it that jus ain't worth it.

Burnham Vaul: Burnham shrugs noncommitally. "I am a man of limited talents and in the end if it is a choice between my life and anothers, i would rather it was theirs. As of yet i have never had occasion to use force in this city. perhaps i am just lucky."

William Halloran: He frowns at Burnham and shakes his head. "Only a fuckin' pussy uses guns." Something about the gun part of the conversation has put William in a VERY sour mood.

Brice Halloran: ~She nods, agreeing, yet again, with the big wrestler~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Gun is just a tool, like a hammer or a slide ruler. If they didn't have guns they'd just beat each other to death with whatever was around, or they'd use a crossbow, that kinda shit." She shrugged and tossed the butt away. "Best if you were well rounded."

Brice Halloran: What's the point of gettin yerself inta shit if all yer gonna do is hide b'hind a piece of metal instead of stand up an fight proper? Fuckin trade punches an walk away from it, ain't nuthin worth pullin out a gun an takin a life over.

Burnham Vaul: "To be truthful, i would not resort to guns with some shit in an alley who thinks he is tough because he has a knife, or wears a funny coloured shirt. But there are worse things out there than hoods and thieves, and sometimes what you can deal with your fists just isnt enough."

William Halloran: "Ain't nothin' I can stop with a gun I can't stop with my hands," he says sourly, looking down the street and taking a drag off his cigarette.

Brice Halloran: ~She nods, pushing to her feet and takes a hit from her smoke~ No shit. A'ight, well I'mma walk. I can feel my side knotting up. Y'all are welcome t'join me.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Well, one, because life doesn't work that way. People have guns, and they use guns, and no amount of talking about it is going to stop them from using said guns if said people feel they have a reason to do so," she said, shrugging. "You give some eighty year old biddy a .38, she might walk away from something that might have ended her life."

Burnham Vaul: Burnham looks at William incredulously. "Somehow i very much doubt that, big man. Your only human after all. If you were clark kent and there was a phone booth nearby, then hear hear. I may sound like a toffy nosed bastard who never bothered to take the silver spoon from my mouth but i know what its like to have an enemy you cant lay your hands on. To have people who trusted you with their lives dying all around you and not being able to do shit. Escalation is an unfortunate fact of life."

chum: ((mind anudder? ))

Brice Halloran: ((WEEEEEEEEEE! CHUMBLE! JUMP IN!))

William Halloran: He turns and GLARES at Burnham. Absolutely, 100% GLARES at him. His body goes tense and stiff, and he leans over, shouting in the man's face. "DON'T YOU FUCKIN' TELL ME ABOUT THAT KINDA SHIT! YOU DON'T FUCKIN' KNOW!" ((Man+Intimidation coming))

William Halloran: ((Open!))

William Halloran: d10: Manip+Intim(WP): 4,6,9,6,1,10,1,9,

William Halloran: d10: Specialty: 2,

Burnham Vaul: ((what do i roll?))

William Halloran: ((Willpower))

Burnham Vaul: ((willpower.. coming up. total blank moment))

Brice Halloran: Whoa there big guy.......... Don't go beatin on the euro boy, a'ight? ~She winces at the shouting, glancing over at Fel, then to the two guys~

Burnham Vaul: d10: willpower: 5,2,4,8,9,7,8,

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Wow. Just a conversation fellas..."
Felisa got up with Brice, laughing inside at the chaos, the sudden movement of emotion and purpose. Not a bad Sunday evening, no sir.
"You okay Brice? How's your ribs doing?"

Dimitri C Hann: *He may have picked the ~wrong~ time to skitter out of an alley, stopping short as the HUGEST man he's seen in his life seems to lose his cool entirely. The frail man freezes like a deer in headlights a few feet away, staring at will and company*

Brice Halloran: I'm fine, jus a little sore. I think we oughtta maybe seprate these guys or somethin.

William Halloran: He shows no reaction to Felisa or Brice, his entire attention focused on the man he's glowering down at. Body completely tense, practically shaking with anger.

Burnham Vaul: Burnham doesnt flinch. "Yes. i do." His voice goes.. odd though. As if he is further away than he actually is. It.. echoes. There is sadness there too. more emotion that he has shown all evening, or in fact in all the time Fel has known him.

Brice Halloran: ~She slips in between Will and Burnham, bruised ribs be damned and puts her hands up facing Will~ Hey. Halloran, down here. ~Distraction.... distraction is good. She knows all too well how this works~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Yeah... I suppose we should."
Felisa walked toward the two men slowly. "Hey, hey, hey... so you guys don't agree, yeah? No need to go butting heads over the deal. I don't wanna hafta avoid the place because somebody did something and then the cops came. Bad for everybody don't you think?"

William Halloran: ((There's no ROOM inbetween Burnham and Will.))

Dimitri C Hann: *The only sound alerting anyone to dimitri's presence is the steady tap of his fingers on his suit jacket. Playing the beat to an old familiar tune. The little man takes several short tenative steps towards the group, wincing*

Brice Halloran: ((~Peels her out of the sliver of space and sets her one one side of the pair, Fel on the other~))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+alert: 8,2,4,9,5,

William Halloran: He leans down close, his eyes inches away from Burnham. "Ya don't know...SHIT. Ya dumb...stupid...fuck." He rises back up, moving to shove Burnham back a bit as he takes his own step away, intending to leave it at that. It's the sort of 'You ain't nothin' sort of shove, not to actually make the man fall over or anything.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): She turned around and looked at the newcomer. It wasn't the tapping that gave her notice, but the shadows at her feet. "Heya fella. You ah, know any of these people? Cause I've never seen you before in my life."

Burnham Vaul: d10: Dex+dodge: 8,2,8,9,4,2,

Dimitri C Hann: *An overlong finger extends inch by inch from balled fists that don't look like they should contain such a spindly length of digit. After much effort, he manages* uh-uh-uhuhm.. n-n-n-n-no. no. *he says with a nods* b-b-b-b-but.. my - that is.. uh- have you s-s-s-s-s-seen have y-y0u seen a r-r-r-r a rat?

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Brawl: 5,7,1,7,6,10,

Burnham Vaul: Burnham steps nimbly away. He isnt being aggressive, far from it, he seems to be putting in distance. Its clear from his face that he doesnt want a fight.

Burnham Vaul: ((dlp))

Dimitri C Hann: a rat *he says, as if to confirm, withdrawing his finger, eyes glued to Will. that was a big.. BIG man*

Burnham Vaul: Burnham steps nimbly back, barely avoiding the push. He doesnt say anything.

Brice Halloran: ~This is where she takes her chance. She slips in between the two, looking up at Will~ Halloran, whoah. C'mon man, look at 'im. He really worth all that?

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "A rat? You lost your rat? Er... I dunno man, I've seen a lotta rats around here dude. Place is crawling with them actually. That rat of yours, he can take care of himself, yeah? Because wharf rats aren't a joke."
Hmmm. Pushing and shoving. This could end up in some kinda swinging before too long.

William Halloran: Not just is he a big man...he's a big, scary, ANGRY man at the moment. He turns and stalks off down the way, ignoring everyone else. He can't be here right now. His jaw is tightly-set, hands clenched into tight fists as he walks along...his movements slowly shifting from anger to something else.

Brice Halloran: ~She tilts her head, watching him go, then after letting him get a few yards ahead she trots off after him~

Dimitri C Hann: wh-wh-white.. wh-wh-white rat. *Dimitri scowls, looking around for some sign of his precious rodent, blinking rapidly, He looks from Will walking away, to Ham again, and interjects meekly* are they going t-t-to qu-qu-quar- quar - fight?

Dimitri C Hann: d10: per alert: 4,6,5,3,2,6,3,9,

Burnham Vaul: Burnham lights up a cigarette and takes a deep lungful. "Why is it that the men with scars think they have a monopoly on dark pasts and angst?"

William Halloran: d10: Per+Alert: 6,5,9,8,6,1,10,

Burnham Vaul: ((damn his need to make jokes and comments at innapropriate moments..))

William Halloran: d10: Specialty (Why Not?): 5,

Dimitri C Hann: *The smoke lighting gets breif attention. Perhaps Dimitri was on the verge of a nick fit. he sure seems on the verge of ~some~ sort of fit, fingers tapping on his suit with renewed fervor. A few trash cans down, a sleek white rat runs out*

William Halloran: He stops dead in his tracks. Ooh, check it out. Anger's back. He looks over his shoulder, eyes narrowing dangerously at Burnham. One might imagine red clouding over them, as he turns around. "Outta my way, Brice." It's said in a low tone, warning, though he hasn't actually looked at her. His target is locked on.

Brice Halloran: d10: per + alert: 2,6,2,6,

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "White rat, white rat... No. I would have noticed if there was a white rat around. Mainly because all the rats here are brown or black. Or gray, possibly even green. Toxins and shit, mutant fuckers."
She looked at Burnham, then at William and Brice. "Nah. I think the big guy's stomping off. Conversation must've touched a nerve or something."

Brice Halloran: ~She almost doesn't stop before walking right into him, but she doesn't move. Her eyes coming up to him, and her head shaking a no~ Ya don' need ta be gettin inta that mess, he ain't fuckin worth it man. Seriously. Come walk with me.

William Halloran: "You ain't got no clue how much he's worth it," he says with a sneer to his lips. And he tries to move by Brice. ((Contested Dex+Ath work?))

Burnham Vaul: Burnham looks up at the huge man. "You expect me to be able to fight you? I wont kill you, William. You know i cant. So your going to hit me and i am going to fall over. and then you are going to get into trouble. alot of it."

Brice Halloran: ((That works))

Brice Halloran: d10: dex + ath: 4,3,3,7,2,7,

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Athletics: 6,7,2,3,5,5,

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Dude, you're asking for a world of violence," she says to Burnham. "Let it go, leave him be, no sparkling wit, yeah?"
Well, that's what people were supposed to say at any rate. Felisa didn't exactly get in his way though.

Dimitri C Hann: Sh-Sh-Sherlock! *THe white rat hauls off the trashcan and scampers towards Dimitri, squealing in ratty annoyance as he scuttles past Will and Brice towards his owner. Dimitri kneels down, spindly fingers extended as he looks from Will to Ham. Maybe they'd fight! Watery blue eyes gleam in excitement*

Brice Halloran: I know enough lookin at 'im an hearin 'im that he ain't worth a shit. Let 'im go wipe his ass in someone else's yard an get bent over however he fuckin likes it. ~She plants her feet, making an attempt not to move~

William Halloran: He frowns, almost but not quite getting by Brice...sort of bumping into her and getting tangled. Wouldn't take much to get by at this point. He glares at Burnham. "Ain't matter none. Don't matter NONE AT ALL!" Reason is a little bit beyond William at this point.

Brice Halloran: ~And tangle she does, taking the advantage of him being distracted. She winces when she gives a twist and bang. Arms and legs turn to spaghetti as she tries pushing to nudge Will further away from Burnham~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "William, chill! Fucking christ... Brice, you're all damaged goods and shit, get outta there before you get so banged up you can't fight in the ring."
Guy found his rat, it looked like. Felisa gave it a look, then went back to holding the tide in. Fucking hilarious.

William Halloran: d10: Dex+Athletics: 3,1,6,6,8,5,

Brice Halloran: d10: dex + ath: 4,7,2,4,2,7,

William Halloran: ((Can I NOT tie anyone on a contested roll today?))

Dimitri C Hann: *The white rat is clutched to his chest as he remains squatting, watching the Halloran's tangle each other up with a faint smile* W-w-w-w-will is it? And Br-br-brice... *He blinks owlishly, watching the raging giant* the g-g-g-giant is w-w-w-w-will?

Brice Halloran: ((~LOL~))

William Halloran: No progress made against Brice, but no ground lost either. He stops making forward steps, jaw set as he stares at Burnham. "Fuckin' pussy. You muthafuckin' PUSSY! Chicken-shit little BITCH, hidin' behind whatever ya can!"

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "William, yes. You should see his side work. He stands in a field, paints himself green and sells frozen vegetables, I swear to god."
Amused? Quite. Burnham seemed to be quiet, so Felisa went over to Sylvester the Rat Owner.
"You from around here? Never seen you in Coney."

Brice Halloran: Man....... don't make me sucker punch yer ass ta get ya somewhere ta cool off. ~ouch. Fuck. Bruised ribs don't mesh well with a big guy at least twice your weight and probably damn near twice your height and trying to use yourself as a brick wall~ William. Fuck me running. ~She sighs, pushes herself back a step and yanks her shirt up over her head~

Dimitri C Hann: *Oh yeah. Dimitri skitters sideways, plastering himself against the wall, out of the way of any fighting, safe with his rat. But in a lovely position from which to veiw the festivities* I'm f-f-f-rom around. From around. I pl-pl-play j-j-j-jazz here s-s-s-s-s-sometime. *he nods, fingering a ringlette nervously as his rat crawls into his pants pocket to sleep, a bit of garbage in its mouth*

Burnham Vaul: Burnham takes off his jacket with an air of resignation. His gun harness is clear underneath, holding a pair of large revolvers in underarm holsters. "Actually i am waiting for you. And i am not the one hiding behind my seven foot frame Mr. Halloran. If you wanted to fight me on equal grounds there are better ways of doing it."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Shit, hold on..."
Dem guns, dey is big, yus? Felisa blinked and got back up. "Nice pieces of iron you got there dude, but I wouldn't let every Tom, Dick and John Law peep at 'em y'know? Plus you added a whole new dimension to this ballgame."
Delightful.

William Halloran: "You don't fight fair," he says to Brunham, spitting it out. The topless Brice is ignored...all he knows is she's stepped away from him. He tries to step around her...until he sees those pistols. Then he sneers. "Like I said. Only fuckin' pussies use guns."

William Halloran: ((Oh. Ummm...wait a minute. Hold up a sec. Gotta check on something))

Brice Halloran: ~She pulls her shirt back down and steps infront of Will, no intentions of letting him get past~ C'mon, man. Ya go beatin on a guy, ya run tha risk of fuckin up yer work. Yeah? Lets go. I know a cool place we can sit, chill, smoke some cigarettes an throw rocks at windows.

Dimitri C Hann: *Whoa hey what? naked? Oh dear! The spindly cassanova blinks twice, before covering his face with spindly fingers splayed until she's covered herself up again*

William Halloran: d10: Per+Aware: 4,5,7,7,2,1,9,

Burnham Vaul: "And only pussies attack people half their size. so were even." But then Burnham does perhaps a suprising thing. He takes off his holsters. "But as i said William i dont want to kill you. So if your going to beat me, then go ahead." He wraps the guns in the coat and drops the whole thing at Fel's feet.

Burnham Vaul: ((yeah sorry bout that folks.. if anyone has awareness, feel free to roll.))

William Halloran: He sneers again. He knows the man to be more then he seems. "We ain't even, Vaul. Ain't even worth shit, an' ya know it." He gives the man a very challenging stare, but doesn't plow through Brice. Not yet.

Dimitri C Hann: ((Z'allright. I forgot to put "obfuscated" in Dimitri's nick as well, *laughs*))

Dimitri C Hann: *He parts his fingers to check that the ladies are all decent, tension uncoiling from the little man's frame. Let the men kill one another, as long as there are no ... bosoms*

Burnham Vaul: "No? your a seven foot wrestler. Im a six foot gunsmith from twickenham. Im good at many things William. Fighting with my fists isnt one of them."

Brice Halloran: ~She throws her hands up~ A'ight. Tell ya what, look me up when ya get outta lockdown. ~She turns and looks over at Burnham~ You....... are one stupid motherfucker. An I hope he beats yer ass straight. But I ain't gonna stick 'round ta watch. ~She looks over at Fel~ Gimme a call later chica. I'm outta here. All this dick wavin and tryin ta hold back a mack truck is aggravatin my ribs so I'm gonna go compress that shit b'fore it gets any worse. ~She steps around Will and starts walking away~

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Can I? Please?"
Felisa pulled one of the guns out of the holster and, with a careful look around, gave it a look over. "Dude, where'd you get this little ditty?"
Fight? Eh, it'll sort itself out.

Dimitri C Hann: No fight... *He stutters to himself, hand going inside his pants to pet his rat*

William Halloran: "Yeah. Yeah, sure." He nods and starts to turn, as if to walk away. "Yer dirt, Vaul. Yer worthless. And ya don't know shit. Go the fuck ta Hell."

Burnham Vaul: "I made it myself. One of my better pieces." Its light as a feather and balanced perfectly. It also has a notable absence of makers marks and serial numbers. "Please put it back."

Brice Halloran: ((Riiiiiiiiiight..... petting the rat....... ~Snickers~ Oh my mind is foul today!))

Burnham Vaul: He doesnt respond to the insults, not even the hell one.

Dimitri C Hann: Sh-sh-shoot that c-c-c-an *Dimitri suggests as felisa plays with the gun, pointing across the street. granted... thats across traffic and stuff....and in contrast to the owner's wishes. He blinks as the giant seems to be walking away, frown twitching to his lips*

Dimitri C Hann: ((Just a rat! really! *coughs*))

Brice Halloran: ((uh huh.... suuuuuuuuuuuuuure.......... And I was petting the 18 pound vibrating pussy in my lap today too.))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "Oh? Oh yeah, sure. It's your piece."
Very pretty. Felisa would stick with her SIG though. She looked over at Brice. "Hey, you gonna hang out tomorrow night? I'll look for you babe. William, dude, please... if there's a beef, don't get busted for it, yeah? The missus would be pissed."
And she puts the gun back.

Dimitri C Hann: ((sometmes they just jump up there and demand attention!))

Burnham Vaul: Burn swoops up his jacket and holds out a hand for the pistol in Felisa's grip.

Dimitri C Hann: *Dimitri scowls to himself, fingers tapping on his suit vest in annoyance as felisa gives back the pistol. Now fights. No shootings. This was .. dull*

Burnham Vaul: ((or just picks up both when she puts it back))

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((She put it back in the holster))

Brice Halloran: ~She shrugs~ I dunno. Might be 'round, might not be. I'mma finish off them drinks ya brought over t'night though. Catch ya later chica. ~And she heads off, walking away from the whole mess. She hears Will walking behind her, but doesn't turn back~

William Halloran: "Ain't matter none," he says to Felisa as he leaves. "Ain't nothin' that does. Not no more." There's a certain sense of hopelessness and desolation there, as he walks off.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): d10: per+emp: 2,8,4,7,5,

William Halloran: In a different direction then Brice, no less.

Brice Halloran: ((~Giggles~ And jump he did! Knocked the chair over with me in it!))

Brice Halloran: ~Until she hears his words, and she turns and looks over her shoulder at him with a frown. A pivot, and she takes off after him~

Burnham Vaul: Burnham puts his harness on, then his jacket over it, meticulously brushing off the dust that it had gathered on its brief time on the floor.

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "What's up with him, I wonder?"
She stood up and scratched her head thoughtfully. Maybe William's girlfriend left him to hang. Felisa could see that sort of thing happening.

Brice Halloran: ((Thanks for the scenage guys, but I need to go. :( Miss you all bunches! ~Luvs all around~))

Burnham Vaul: "Sounds a little like he wanted me to shoot him." He frowns and straightens the harness till it sits right. "I wonder what happened..."

Dimitri C Hann: *The skittish creature clears his throat* ok- um. k-k-k-k-ay. bu-bu-Bye then. *It would appear, having retreaived his rodent.. and deprived of a real live action movie.. he's leaving*

Burnham Vaul: ((bye! scene was good.. kinda almost wish Burn had got himself pounded. god knows he deserves it!!))

Burnham Vaul: ((you ging to hang around for a bit LRM?))

William Halloran: ((If people would stop being so NICE and giving a rat's ass about others in this city, he may just yet. *Winks*))

Burnham Vaul: ((lol. yeah, burn lives for that day.. and then he will prolly stop.))

Dimitri C Hann: *And He scuttles back into the alley he came from*

Felisa Espinosa (Night): "I'm not so sure myself. But for a minute there it looked like all or nothing with him," she said, looking at the both of them walk off. "Burnham, you might wanna chill out with that dude. Seems like he doesn't have much to lose anymore. Dangerous."
She turned to see the stranger leaving. "Hey man, maybe next time."

Felisa Espinosa (Night): ((Heh. Fel's gotta put up her props. Makes things easier ;-) ))

Dimitri C Hann: *A twitchy wave before he's out of sight*