ScarletIris:
Thursday night at the club. The hour is getting late, the crowd dwindling.
Brigitte is behind the bar playing friendly with one of the regulars, flirting
as usual. The rest of the staff is ready to start cleaning up for the night.
William Halloran: He keeps his eye on
things from the door, watching as people go out...meanwhile, keeping his eyes on
the floor. The way things go, it wouldn't surprise him for shit to happen at any
moment. After a few more moments, he puts someone else on the door and starts to
head away from it, watching as he makes his way further in.
ScarletIris: From
behind the bar, Brigitte tries to flag William down with an elaborate wave.
William Halloran: He looks over at her and
nods a little bit, making his way in her direction. He puts on a tiny smile as
he draws closer. "Heya, boss. S'up?"
ScarletIris: She
saunters off from the small gathering at the bar to speak to him privately.
"Love.. I'm told someone made an ickie mess in the alley. Be a sweetheart and
clean it up for me. Have Frankie give you a hand.. I think he's near the back
door." She blows him a kiss and saunters back toward the group. All business
tonight it seems.
William Halloran: He nods a little bit.
"Sure thing." Another puking customer...great. He turns and makes his way to the
back door.
ScarletIris: Frankie
is, of course, where she said he'd be. He's a tall lanky thing, dark complexion
and known for his big mouth and wise ass attitude. He does his best to stay away
from most patrons of the club which lands him a lot of the 'shit work'. As far
as staff is concerned, most find him annoying at best. He's smoking one of his
generic brand cigs, leaning against a wall. Waiting, it seems.
William Halloran: He tilts his chin up in a
nod to Frankie. "Heya. So what're we dealin' with?"
ScarletIris: He cocks
a brow, looking up to the large man. "We? What.. she sent you? Wonder where
Carlie boy is.. asshole must've called in sick." He gives a low chuckle, turning
to open the backdoor. "Either that or we have a heavy load on our hands. Gotta
love thursday night specials.."
William Halloran: "Yeah, one-a the two." He
shrugs a little bit, and waits for Frankie to open the door. "But hey, could be
worse, eh?"
ScarletIris: He opens
the door and steps outside, moving casually. "Hells yeah it could be. Could be
working up front trying to keep from ramming my foot up a posh kid's ass. Give
me clean up detail anyday. Pays better.. and less temptation." He flicks his
cigarette off to the side, starting to move into the shadowy alley.
William Halloran: "Ain't so bad." He
follows behind, looking around the alley with a frown, waiting for whatever
smell it is to hit.
ScarletIris: (per+alert)
William Halloran:
d10: Per+Alert: 1,2,1,9,9,5,5,
ScarletIris: Frankie
moves without even looking, an all too casual stride. Whatever it is they're
cleaning up, he seems to know exactly what he's aiming for. And that mouth of
his just keeps on flapping.. "So.. this your first time, big boy? Usually see
you sitting at the door.. or hovering around the boss lady." He flashes a toothy
smirk up to the big man. "Can't blame you for that one.. Chick has legs for
days."
William Halloran: He frowns a little at
Frankie, but nods. "Yeah, first time doin' this. What're we after, anyway?"
ScarletIris: It's
hard to pinpoint any smell in particular, just the overwhelming stench of alley
funk more than anything. He can, however, tell that they're moving toward a pile
of something near the dumpster. A dark blue tarp is thrown over the pile.
ScarletIris: "Boss
Lady didn't tell you?" He chuckles, squatting next to the tarp. He plucks up a
corner, but doesn't look under it just yet. "Twenty bucks says it's a brunette.
You a gamblin' man, Goliath?"
William Halloran: He frowns, and stops.
"Brunette?" He looks at the tarp, eyes widening a little.
ScarletIris: He
lifts the tarp for a peek, but with will's height he probably can't actually see
anything without bending down. The smell of blood finally hits when he raises
the tarp. And he just keeps yapping "Mmmm.. can't tell.. would you call that
brown or black? Knew I shouldn't have dropped out of beauty school.." He
chuckles.
William Halloran: He stares at the body
under the tarp, speechless. Absolutely stunned. He's not even with it enough to
be horrified.
ScarletIris: He looks
up.. way up.. to the man with a frown. "Hey.. if you're gonna ralph.. aim it the
other way, asshole. You gonna help or not?" He starts tucking the tarp under the
body so that he can hoist it up.
William Halloran: "...the...fuck?" His
hands clench, and he slowly looks over to Frankie. "What is this? Who did it?"
ScarletIris: "How the
fuck should I know?" he asks in a smartass tone, as though that were the
silliest thing william could be asking. "I don't get paid to play detective.. I
get paid to take out the trash. But I can't get this into the dumpster by
myself.. I don't care if you ~are~ boning the boss lady.. give me a fucking hand
with this."
William Halloran: He grits his teeth,
starting at Frankie...and moves, quickly, to grab him by the face and slam his
head back against the wall. ((Init time? *S*))
ScarletIris: (lol.
yep.)
ScarletIris:
d10: : 4,
William Halloran:
d10: Init plus five: 8,
ScarletIris: Declare
order: Frankie, will.
ScarletIris: Frankie
is trying to NOT get slung around by the angry giant.
ScarletIris:
d10: dex+dodge: 4,4,1,7,4,3,
William Halloran: Grab and slam. HARD.
William Halloran:
d10: Dex+Brawl: 9,4,4,2,10,9,
ScarletIris: (you're
gonna break him! *G* go ahead with damage)
William Halloran:
d10: Damage: 7,4,1,8,3,4,9,
ScarletIris:
d10: soak: 7,3,5,
ScarletIris: Recap:
Will makes his head meet the brick wall. Crunch! goes the frankie face. New
Round: Frankie yells in a stage whisper "Will, what the fuck?! Are you ~trying~
to piss her off?!" He'll dodge again if will keeps swinging.
William Halloran: There's not much sentient
in the man right now, and nothing in the way of rational thought, by the look in
his eyes. He tries to make Frankie go SPLAT again.
William Halloran:
d10: Dex+Brawl: 4,4,4,3,8,6,
ScarletIris:
d10: : 7,5,7,6,8,7,
ScarletIris: Recap:
Frankie actually manages to not get splattered by the giant this round. Quick on
his feet that one. Of course.. he's pretty motivated at this point. New Round:
ScarletIris: "Will!
Fuck me.. I don't ~know~ who did it, alright?! I don't fucking know! Just.. quit
this shit before someone sees us!" He'll dodge again if will swings.
William Halloran: He remains perfectly
quiet, that look of rage still on his face as he tries to backhand the Frankie.
William Halloran: ((Mmm...DLP. Sorry,
posted too quick.)) He reaches out to grab Frankie by the throat and hold him
there.
William Halloran:
d10: Dex+Brawl (WP): 3,9,5,9,4,8,
ScarletIris:
d10: : 7,7,6,2,4,10,
ScarletIris: (s'all
good) Frankie just manages to worm out of the giant's grip. By a hair.
ScarletIris: New
round: Frankie edges back from will, still dodging if he swings. His mouth just
keeps on going "Come on.. you're fucking up the routine.. I'm sure if you ask
the boss lady she'll give you a hefty bonus for this kinda work.."
William Halloran: He takes another step
toward him, that look of absolute fury still present, but stops. He falls as
still as a statue, staring at Frankie with those huge hands bunched up into
fists.
ScarletIris: Frankie
continues to back up, shifty eyes wide on the man. "Uhh.. you're.. uh... really
creeping me out, man.. Look, we can get someone else to help me lift it..
maybe.. you should close up inside tonight.. I'll just call brigitte.."
William Halloran: He growls a little and
reaches down, grabbing the tarp and body. He picks it up in one quick swoop,
chucking it hard into the dumpster. "Don't fuckin' bother," he says, turning to
head for the back door.
ScarletIris: (that
is.. unless will's doing something other than advancing and looking all scary.)
ScarletIris: (oop.
nevermind) Frankie watches him, still backing up a ways. He'll stay in the
alley.. and not follow the big angry william.
William Halloran: He lets the door swing
shut behind him, making his way straight for the basement where he makes his
sleeping quarters. Ignoring everything along the way and letting his obvious
mood clear the path for him.
ScarletIris: Brigitte
watches him move through the club. She holds her usual loopy grin about her, but
it's possible she's just smiling for the patrons. She goes about her business
and doesn't follow him.
William Halloran: He makes his way down and
shuts the door behind him. His eyes squeeze shut, hands clenching again. After a
moment, he lashes abruptly out at the first thing within reach. And the thing
after that...and after that. He keeps his voice to strangled cries and
hysterical sounds, rather then bellowing as he pretty much destroys the room bit
by bit.
ScarletIris -> William Halloran:
(and unless he seeks out brigitte, she'll leave him
be for the evening. She'll come check on him tomorrow before the club opens.)
William Halloran -> ScarletIris:
((He'll be heavy, heavy into a drunken state by
then. *S* Likely to a point approaching alcohol poisoning, even for him.))
ScarletIris -> William Halloran:
(Eep! *G* alas.. I must sleep. Be back tomorrow,
though if you're around.)
William Halloran -> ScarletIris:
((Which also means he'll be missing out on his
show, more then likely, which is Fridays.))
William Halloran -> ScarletIris:
((Might be around later...TT is likely tomorrow
until the usual 10 pm Pacific. Night!))