3/24/2005

07:33 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (97% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partly sunny. The temperature is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from variable directions at 5 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.04 and steady, and the relative humidity is 58 percent. The dewpoint is 38 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 19:10 Pacific Time on Thu Mar 24 2005.

Elson Avenue, Downtown
On the western edge of this stretch of road, Eleventh and Twelfth Streets, the neighborhoods are quiet, a quiet of fear more than calm, to judge by the occasional broken glass of a window and other signs of crime or violence. A street or two eastwards, movie theaters, restaurants, and more stores begin, and much further, stretching from Ninth most of the way to Fourth, are bars with rooms above them with stairways to the street, movie theaters of dubious repute, and women in red lace or fishnet strolling along the sidewalks, near the stairways. On occasion, a man is seen, too, flashily dressed with too much jewelry.
Contents:
Stacey
Basil
Obvious exits:
Red Mill Apartments East West South

Making his way down Elson street is Kenneth, going towards the east in the direction of St. Claire's reputed red light district. Hands in pockets, jacket unzipped and hanging, the Shadow Lord doesn't seem to notice that everyone he happens to pass on the street gives a second glance in his direction, like the icy neutral mask slapped on his tense body doesn't hide a damn thing.

Of all people, Stacey is wandering down the streets, her eyes wide as she looks around, obviously lost. Catching sight of a familiar, tense figure, she turns down Elson Street and jogs a bit to catch up to him. "Hey, Kenneth!" she calls as she draws near, "wait up!"

Basil seems to have wandered in from parts unknown, or he's been here for a while and is just walking about. Either way, he doesn't seem too at home or overly comfortable here, and remains alert, looking this way and that. The few people on the street that pass him by take a few subconscious steps to either side of him, giving the young boy a wide berth. He takes a seat on the sidewalk, leaning on the side of a building, and removes a few shiny objects from his pocket to look them over.

Kenneth looks behind when his name is called out, not exactly slowing in his step until he has figured out it is Stacey approaching him. That's when the halfmoon does indeed halt his steps. Once the Child ahroun has caught up, he resumes walking again in characteristic silence. Not even a greeting is spared for the younger looking girl at his side. The approach towards Basil's position gets closer, though it doesn't seem like the Shadow Lord pays someone sitting on the ground any notice.

Stacey now walks alongside Kenneth, her hands shoved into her overall pockets. "Think I took a wrong turn somewhere," the young preteen mutters, glancing about with that wide-eyed look. A curious glance is given to the young teen sitting on the sidewalk ahead of them, especially as she catches sight of shiny objects.

Basil has before him between his feet : A bathroom key ring on a stick thats been marked up with a sharpie. A couple of expensive car hood ornaments, generally of the ring variety, and other assorted shiny junk that he could probably put on the key ring. He glances up at them, tensing a little as the draw closer, and watching them like a hawk.

Kenneth continues walking on, shiny objects nor their owner looked at. In his proximity though, he replies to Stacey with short, clipped words. "This is Elson Avenue. McDonald's's northwest, wharves're south, park's east of here, police're west." In his particular path, though, the Shadow Lord happens to just miss stepping right into Basil. His foot, however, is just about to step onto one of the hood ornaments.

Stacey watches Basil right back. Or rather, practically glares at him. At Kenneth's words, she gives a slight nod, not looking away from the young teen unless he looks away. "Still getting used to the city side of things," she says. It's because she's staring at Basil that she notices what Kenneth is about to crush. "Watch your step," she says, a sharp edge of warning to her voice.

Basil stares at the little girl once he notices her looking at him, and he can't help but scrunch his nose at her. He doesn't nod back, but rather listens to them for moment. He looks down, not noticing the fact that one of his collected pieces might be about to be scruffed up until the last minute. "Hey! Watch it you clutz!" He shouts without looking at Kenneth, his arms flying out at his sides in expression.

Crunch. With no one to stop him, Kenneth's foot wreaks havoc and supposed destruction upon the carefully placed order of things at Basil's feet. With all the words flying at him at once, the halfmoon has just long enough to realize he's stepped on something underfoot. It's now that he does notice Basil, looking down as it were at the youth. He lifts his foot, looking down with narrow eyed expression at just what it was he stepped on as he takes one step to a side. Not even particularly apologetic is Kenneth, as he stares right back at Basil now.

Stacey lets out an exasperated sigh and turns to look over Basil, offering him a tense smile. "Sorry about that. My friend has a lot on his mind. I'm sure they weren't hurt too badly," she says, looking down at the objects with a frown.

Basil twitches as he hears the scrunch-crackle combination of sneaker, hood ornament and side walk. The hand on the sidewalk instantly balls up into a shaking fist, and it isn't hard to hear a seething breath escape from between his teeth as he looks up. "What the fuck was that? Two people warn you and you still step on my shit? What is it? That I'm short? That I'm poor? Or that you are just fucking stupid?" He glances over at Stacey, face pulled back in an angry sort of grimace. "Figures. He doesn't say anything, but a little girl apologizes for him. Whatever. I have stuff on my mind, too."

[look Basil]
A strange sort of air hangs about this boy. At a mere height of 4'7" tall, he almost seems intimidating despite his shortness. Chin length brown hair hangs down in a messy tangled web, some dangling in front of his face. An blend of curiousity and hardness seems to pool in his blue-grey eyes, reflecting some of his nature. The boy isn't what one would call handsome but rather, pretty. Angular features, a small chin combined with a little nose don't exactly make him look manly. His build doesn't help this either. Saying he was lean would be generous, skinny would be more on target. His black tee shirt is much too big for his body, hanging past his waist and easily being whipped about in the air. His blue jeans, stained, torn, and patched are much the same in terms of size. Five dollar Nike knock offs complete the look.

Kenneth siezes up as Basil goes off, and Stacey can well recognize the halfmoon's sudden tightening of muscles as if he were resisting an extreme urge deep within. For as long as his silence has been, Kenneth then stares straight down at the stranger who berates him. "Kusoyarou," he blurts out in Japanese first before resuming a tight rein in voice, "I wouldn't start with me you Little Shit, considering where you're Fucking sitting and where you got your precious little..." he pauses to look back down at the hood ornaments, "trinkets. Betcha stole these off some Mercedes down the street, eh? Vandalism aside, I got news for you. This sidewalk's open to the public, and it ain't your fucking dumpin' ground. So take your shit and Fuckin' go pawn it off somewhere instead of litterin' on the asphalt."

Stacey sucks in a sharp breath and tenses as Basil speaks, snarling particularly at the 'little girl' comment. Her hands ball into fists in her pockets as she strains to hold her rage in check. After Kenneth's outburst, she steps a bit forward. "Ah, come on, this isn't worth getting riled up over. It was an honest mistake. No use standing around making a scene over something like this. He's right, you're right. It's a rough time for most everyone now, so let's all just back off. Come on, let's go."

Basil 's voice dips down into a low, prolonged grunt and his eyes go all Clint Eastwood. "Hey, I can't say fuck you in whatever that was, but I can say it in good old fashioned English. Fuck ye in thy ass. And I'd rather be a little shit, then one big huge flopping dickhead like yourself, mister kung fu fightin'. What are you even doing in this part of town, huh? I live here. You sure as hell don't. And you are right. I stole'm. I stole'm because I was doing something nice for the first person I've met in a LONG time that didn't treat me like *shit*. Coulda just say 'Hey, man, I'm sorry I stepped on your shit.' Or 'Hey man, you shouldn't be sittin' there, my bad.' Or anything else. But no, you have to be a pain in the ass right off the bat." He glances at Stacey, still scowling. "I'm used to this treatment on a daily basis, but it still pisses me off. Is sorry too much to say?"

A large black form settles on a filthy lamppost and peers down at those bellow, shifting a little from one foot to another.

Rina heads west, a smallish figure armored in leather and metal, her walk and reputation confident enough to deter most unwanted attention.

"You want me to say I'm sorry?" Kenneth snarls, still staring with that Rage-simmering glare. "Fine. I'm sorry I gotta step on shit that ain't even yours! I'm sorry that you gotta lay it out in the middle of the sidewalk and show the Whole World your mad skillz at pullin' hood ornaments offa Benzes like some two-bit punk who ran off from home. Well at least you FUCKIN' GOT ONE, so GO HOME." The last few words are filled with bitterness, anger, and above anything else are bellowed at the other youth with such fury that it's a wonder the Shadow Lord doesn't start throwing punches. As it stands, Kenneth abruptly turns away and starts on his way again to leave the others behind, even Stacey.

Rina's attention snaps across the street, to the shouting. Her eyes narrow, and she glances quickly for traffic before jogging to their side--not toward the group, but to intercept Kenneth.

Stacey lets out another highly frustrated sigh. "No, sorry isn't too much to say, but you gotta know when to keep quiet about things, kid." With that she turns and starts walking after Kenneth, trying to catch up to him.

Basil shakes his head after a moment. "See? Was it that hard? Damn." He just shakes his head and shrugs at the girl, still squinting from his spot against the building where he sits, looking rather tensed. He stares at their back as they start to walk off, his nose twitching. He isn't about to listen to Kenneth and actually move, though.

Ooooh. Shiney things. Prettypretty. With most of the attention being directed toward Kenneth, the large black bird decends toward the ground. Flaping her wings a few times to slow her decent. Beady eyes bright, she pokes at two of the ornaments and selects one of them. Picking it up in her large beak.

Kenneth literally is shaking as he walks, each step taken done so with effort to make it so. Rina isn't noticed. Heck, not even Stacey is at this point, as the halfmoon spirals again into his own infuriated thought processes.

Rina doesn't come too close, and when she nears him, her movements are more cautious. "Hey," she says softly. "You're Cutter's friend, yeah?"

Basil notices the bird falling down in his lap, and honestly doesn't react well. "Hey Daffy!" He shouts, making a grab for the bird's body to try and keep it from taking one of his shinnies. "I need those! Git! Go eat some corn or something!"

Stacey has to jog the rest of the way to catch up to Kenneth, and then she just simply falls into step with him. She gives a wary glance to Rina before her eyes widen in recognition. Before she can say anything, she is distracted by Basil's shout and turns back, frowning as she sees him chasing off a bird.

Finds-Stories easily flies out of reach, taking her prize with her. The large corvid lands on the lop of the lamp post and secures the ornament under one clawed foot. "Shitheadshithead!" She screams down at Basil, in the same rough voice that you would expect to hear from a talking parrot. Someone has been hanging around humans too much.

Kenneth looks up sharply from his dagger-glaring groundwards, eyes boring into the kinswoman for a time before he gets a pseudo-recognition into his head. Mentioning Cutter helped it appears, as he gives Rina a slow, stiff nod. Stacey does get to catch up at least, as Kenneth's pace again has halted.

Rina stops with him, her eyes wary. "Keep it together," she says softly. "You can do it." There's a tensing of her shoulders as the bird squawks, but no further reaction.

Basil won't take no shit from anyone, let alone any bird. He does the first thing that comes natural to him. He picks up the nearest street trash, a half empty soda bottle, and throws it as hard as he can at the bird. "Fuck you, poultry!" He shouts at damn near the top of his lungs, then gets up and kicks another piece of street trash as hard as he can in a random direction, ranting and raging to himself while gesturing all over the place. God knows what he's talking about.

Stacey turns a bit to the side, her attention divded between Rina and the scene with the bird. Finally she looks back to the kin. "I've seen you before, haven't I? I'm Stacey."

Kenneth is a prime example of easier said than done, as it appears he has just enough of a leash on his anger to do as the kinswoman says. The Beast is not far from the surface of his skin, though, and he makes no reply. Once Basil starts to shout and scream though, Kenneth looks back behind him with an irritated stare at the stranger, bristling. "He better not have just called me a chicken," the halfmoon mutters through gritted teeth.

Finds-Stories sqawks and flaps into the air to avoid the bottle, shiney clasped between her claws. Once everything is safe, the large bird lands once again and hisses loudly at Basil. Neck ruff flairing out and making her look larger then she actually is.

Rina shakes her head swiftly, reaching for his shoulder and then rethinking that plan. Touching him isn't such a good idea. "He didn't. You headed home?" She glances cautiously over his shoulder, past him to the confrontation between man and creature.

Basil says "Fuck you too!" He shouts at the bird, shaking his hands in anger, almost like an old man shouting at kids to get off his lawn. "I'll wring your stupid neck and eat you for dinner! After I stuff you!" He winds up and kicks the door panel of the closet car, placing a rather noticeable dent in it as he irrationally screams at a bird. "This isn't my friggin' day, but it won't be your's either!"

Stacey glares at Rina as her question is blatantly ignored, already quite ruffled by the mouthy kid. Her teeth clench and once again her hands ball into fists as she struggles to control herself. The kid's outburst momentarily attracts her attention, but only momentarily before she turns back to Rina and Kenneth.

Finds-Stories sniggers at Basil, atleast thats what it sounds like as the bird makes a series of short 'ahahahah' sounds. Whole body bobbing up and down.

Kenneth narrows his gaze at the shorter youth down the street, before casting his glance back to Rina and Stacey. "I... I'm just walkin'." He shrugs, the motion jerky. "Better'n stayin' at the End," the halfmoon replies lowly, managing to have calmed a degree.

Basil just goes and kicks over one of those wire mesh trash cans that are left near the road, the chain that it's attached to thankfully reaching just far enough for him to start wailing on the light post in a desperate attempt to get at the bird. "Bet if you couldn't fly you wouldn't be so cocky, would you?!"

Rina gives a quick nod. "Yeah. Nobody goes out alone." She lets out a breath, and looks over her shoulder. "Who wants to burn shit? Somebody can come back to the house with me... I don't want critters takin' off with dinner." Rina looks over to Stacey, giving a quick nod to her. "Yeah. Sorry. Rina," she says, holding out a hand. "You're a friend? Family?"

Stacey seems pacified by Rina's words and gives the woman a tense smile as she accepts the offered hand. "Family, yes. Relative of Alicia's, if you know her."

Finds-Stories shifts her position and peers down at Basil, wings half-spread to steady herself as the lamp post vibrates a bit under the assult. Her neck ruff remains flaired, as she fixes beady black eye on the nutball wigging out bellow her. 'Pbbbbbt' goes the bird, then she picks up the hood ornament from under her feet and all but waved it at Basil before taking to the air. Haha sucker.

Kenneth's attention draws itself back behind him as Basil starts to beat on inanimate objects. A tension still present in him, the Shadow Lord snorts again and turns back to the kin and his formerly lost companion. "This is nice an' all," he begins, "but I'm just... not keen on hangin' out here while that guy's havin' a fit."

Rina nods. "'Course," she says, giving him a nod. "Maybe she can keep you company, yeah?" She tips her head to indicate Stacey.

Basil 's can hear nothing except the flutter of the bird fling away and the grinding of his teeth, his hands gripping the trash can in his hands so hard they begin to shake. Shake, twist, and pop with the sound of expanding, twisting bone and sinew. In the same way he can feel a great weight being lifted off his shoulders, he can feel nothing at all except a burn welling from deep in his stomach. Clothes are lost and torn under the assault of expanding logic defying mass but fur soon replaces it, a grey sooty fur that starts sweep across his body. A boy is replaced by a feral snarling beast that can only see some shape flying off in the distance. The chain holding the trash can breaks as the Werewolf reels back and throws at the trash can with the speed of a soft ball at the bird, wildly tumbling and tossing through the air.

Stacey's eyes widen as she sees the young boy shift into a frenzied werewolf. "Shit!" she yells and bulges up into her Crinos form before taking off at a run towards Basil.

Finds-Stories notices that something is coming after her in the air, but was not expecting anything nearly as large as a garbage can. She caw loudly in surprise, loosing the hood ornament in the process. She tries to avoid the trash can by folding in one wing and preforming a partial roll. The can zings past and clips off a few feathers. Unfortunatally, the can was full of trash and Finds-Stories ends up being splatterd with some old flat cola and only Gaia knows what else. Screaming out complaints and avain curses, she lands on the nearest building.

Rina says, succinctly, "Fuck." Then, belatedly, she yells, "Veil!" Just as a reminder to the Garou who /do/ have their senses. She reaches into her jacket, pulling a gun and ducking into the nearest alleyway.

Kenneth turns quickly, but not nearly as quickly as Stacey does given the surprise he has at her swearing (again). And that she shifts up to crinos in full view, the chaos ensuing from the screams of horror from some bystanders, and cars swerving wildly on the street. "Oh, fuck me," Kenneth hisses out and turns at a dead run after the crinos ahroun, abandoning Rina to her own devices. The Shadow Lord doesn't shift just yet, dodging the sparse traffic. "Stace! Get him into an alley!" he yells out after the Child ahroun.

Basil 's brain has pretty much switched to off mode right now aside from his most base instincts. Such instincts at the moment are not a pretty thing, and the Garou cub lashes out at anything close to him in a terrible display of strength. On his second swing he falls over, tripping over his own large feet, but he's soon kicking and clawing like a bawling child at the car before him. Creaks, groans and the oh so interesting sound of claws ripping through metal fill the air.

Finds-Stories shakes out her feathers, which are sticky and just a bit disgusting. Oh bugger. Speading her wings to their full five-foot span, she swoops down from her perch. She screams and caws out various avian insults as he divebombs the frenzing crinos. Not that she gets anywhere close enough to be grabed. One pass and she is headed for the nearest alleyway, hoping that Basil will follow her.

Walks-Middle reaches the tripped Crinos and jumps onto him, her large fists pounding into him, one after another, fueled by her rage and aiming to knock the frenzied Basil out.

Kenneth only then notices the bird diving down out of the sky, heading off towards the alley. It's only a peripheral notice, as the Shadow Lord mutters curse after curse until he reaches the two Crinos out in the street.

Rina watches from the relative safety down the street. "Good," she mutters. She pulls out a cellphone, and starts dialing.

Basil 's head turns as he momentarily stops scratching everything around him, feet resting on the side of a badly abused Buick as the bird goes low and slow over him. He of course takes a swing, misses, and starts after it as best as a clumsy footed wolf can. He crawls forward at a quick pace after it but soon falls under the weight of another Crinos, screaming in rage as he's attacked and prevented from getting the bird. He tries to shake her off, throw her into walls, and snaps his teeth at anything that might reach into teeth range.

Finds-Stories doubles back, continuing to scream out harsh insults at the two crinos. One quick turn in the air and she is making her way back into the alleyway. Her doggie. Good doggie. Follow the nice birdie.

Walks-Middle manages to get a good enough grip on the new Crinos and isn't to be shaken off. With her free hand she grasps a hold of the back of his head and then shoves as hard as she can, using rage as she hits his head upon the concrete, aiming once again to knock him out.

Rina finally gets an answer. As the fight continues, she speaks in a low, tight voice, inaudible outside the alley.

Kenneth tosses his eyes up for a second, cursing Fate's sense of humor before he calls up what willpower there is left in him to hold his form. He instead acts as the lookout, casting around to take notes of what watchers might actually be around.

Basil 's attempts to throw his 'rider' grow a bit less in speed as he's repeatedly hit from a superior angle, his body taking most of the impact, but slowly beginning to grind down. His attention diverted by the bird again momentarily he's more easily driven into the concrete, and soon stops struggling all together beneath Stacey.
You paged Walks-Middle with 'You're not! Y'know how Salem/Grey hates Gnawers, but at some point respected a scant few? It's like that.'.

Oh, there are people in the area. One woman in gaudy street-walker clothes is curled up in a fetal position only a short distance away from the group. One car has been abandoned in the area, the owner having gotten out of the car and run for his life, instead of trying to turn the civic around. The car continues to idle in the street, keys in the ignition.

Once Basil stops struggling, Walks-the-Middle-Road stops pounding his head into the ground. She grabs a hold of one of his arms and then starts dragging him with a snarl towards the bird appointed alley.

Finds-Stories re-appears from the alleyway and lands ontop of the still running car. The bird flaps her wings, making a huge show of her position and making an awful lot of noise.

Kenneth waits long enough, and gives Stacey a sharp nod as the Child dispatches the cub. The street by now is deserted to the point that only the spastic are left. "I'll meet you down in the alley," he growls towards Walks with a frustrated rake of his hand through his hair. Seeing the parked car torn up, and the car that's been left behind, the halfmoon starts towards the Civic. "Soon." Slipping into the abandoned Civic, the halfmoon gives himself a moment to figure out the controls. After that, it's just a matter of doing as the movies do. Supposedly. Gunning it, Kenneth makes the drive of the Civic towards the empty parked car at full speed, only to jump out and roll messily before the two vehicles collide.

Thats not what you were supposed to use the car for! Finds-Stories would scream, if she had a human mouth at the moment. Instead, she settles for squawking angrily and circling the area.

"Down by Elson," Rina says. "Wait..." She peers out of the alley. "Shit--" Letting out a breath, she folds the phone closed and heads toward them. "Why'd--" Biting back the words, she says, quickly, "Help is on the way, aright?"

Walks-Middle drags the now-homid Basil into the alley a good distance and then lets go of him, reverting to her birth-form after looking around to make sure it's safe. She crosses her arms and leans against the wall, scowling as she waits for the others.

Basil is just playing the role of a naked sack of potatoes. Don't mind him.

Kenneth splays out onto the street with no lack of cuts and bruising, but seems to get up without a hitch right after the Civic and the parked car collide with a loud, sickening crunch of twisting metal and breaking glass. Not pausing to stay around long enough and see if his job was a complete one, Kenneth makes his way towards the alley where Stacey and Basil are, looking behind him once.

Rina jogs to the alley, peering in before actually risking it. Her expression is tight, her eyes hard. "Right. We'll have friends here soon."

Finds-Stories lands on the roof of one of the building that make up the alleyway and starts preening. Ewewewew!

Stacey nods sharply to Rina. "Good. Damn, didn't see this coming. Shouldn't there have been some kind of warning?" She then turns her narrow-eyed gaze to the bird. "One smart bird..." she says dryly.

"Sometimes there is," Rina answers. "Sometimes the wires get crossed and this kinda shit happens." She doesn't look at the woman; her jaw is taut with restraint.

Kenneth scans the roof edges, but doesn't see Finds. "Lost cubs don't get fetches, last I heard," he mutters in reply to the Child before nodding to Rina's answer. Then he does turn to the kin, giving the woman a long mixed look. His jawline twitches like he wants to say something, but then the halfmoon turns back to the unconscious Basil. "Go figure only a Garou would freak out over a little thing." Wary glances are sent over towards the alley mouth as he listens for sirens.

About ten minutes pass and the gleam of a single light can be seen approaching, followed up by a rev'd motorcycle. Alicia is driving, with pregnant Dakota sitting ehin her, wearing the helmet between the pair. They slow up a bit once they reach the designated area, the Galliard glancing about the street, hair whipping behind her a bit, searching.

Stacey glances down with a raised brow at the kid. "Lost cub, huh? Goodness." She sighs and then falls into a frustrated silence until the sound of a motorcycle is heard. "Think that's our friends?"

Rina ducks out of the alley, looking for the arriving vehicle. "We need a car," she says swiftly. "We gotta transport someone."

Upon recognizing them all but one when the light washes, Alicia pulls up to the curb and parks the bike, furrowing her brows. She looks from Rina, to Stacey, then over to the Lord, then to the unconscious. ".... What happened?" She asks.

Finds-Stories takes one look at Alicia's mortocycle and sighs heavily. The bird takes wing and leaves the area.

Kenneth puts himself between the cub and cliath ahroun, and the alley mouth. Squinting as the beam of light and sound of motorcycle engine echoes through the deserted street, he walks to the entrance and roughly answers, "New guy, full moon, you put it together. Stace put him out, and I think I covered the media." The Shadow Lord grits his teeth again, half expecting to be reprimanded.

Dakota wobbles her way off the bike, grumbling as she takes off the helmet and sets it on the back seat. "Alright, anyone have a way to get him back to the farmhouse?" She says, giving the area a looking over and a listen for anyone coming.

Stacey nods her assent to Kenneth's short retelling, her gaze down on the cub. At Dakota's words she looks up with a smirk. "Nah, I think we were hoping that someone else would have such a thing. Think we can cover him in some fashion, like a blanket or something, and then strap him to Ali on the motorcycle?" She shrugs. "Unless you guys have a better idea."

Alicia furrows her brows a bit as she looks over to the car, then lifts up a brow. "Who's ride?" She asks, making her way over to the vehicle. "Who just crashed it?"

Rina rakes a hand back into her hair, and gives Stacey a raised eyebrow. "Uh. No, hon." She thinks fast. "Safehouse is closer--but no, we got a Kin laid up there, and somehow I don't think they'd go well together. Shit. We could maybe jack that Civic if it still runs."

"Don't ask me, I can pump gas and drive. That's the extent of my car knowledge." Dakota mutters and then adds, "If you guys can stash him, I can head back to my place and snag the car or get Jer to bring it over?"

Kenneth sighs out tensely, but tilts his chin. "I crashed it," he admits aloud, looking in the fostern's general direction but not right at her.

"I got room at my place and I know how to hot wire a car." Alicia says with a soft breath as she pulls her hair back as she heads over. "Kota, on my bike, snag up that small lil bag will you?" She asks, peering at the vehicle, then climbs into the driver's side.

Stacey nods and then stoops down to examine the cubs injuries as she waits for Alicia to try and start the car.

Basil probably has some bruising around the head area from the concrete, various bruises, and some scrapes from being dragged about.

At the opposite end of the alleyway a Ford escort pulls up and comes to a stop. A small woman, with sticky plastered down hair, opens the car door and into the alleyway. "Hey, wolves," she adresses the general group, sounding just a tad perterbed. The two cars are in pretty bad shape, considering that Kenneth gunned the engine before slamming it into the crinos damaged car. "Bad place you're all in," the small woman continues. "Really bad place. Even in this area, the cops will be showing up soon. Anyone think to pick up this guy's clothes?"

The .45 practically leaps into Rina's hand, the slide pulled back to chamber a round as the barrel's leveled at the stranger. "Who the fuck are you?"

"...nothing like hotwiring a Cubmobile..." Dakota mumbles as she heads for her cousin's bike and gets off the bag and walks it over to her, giving the Corax a curious but knowing look before regarding Rina. "Relax. She's fine."

"She's a friend of mine." Alicia calls over to Rina once she darts her head up from the seat, then ducks it back. Zzt. Zzt. There is a flash of spark from beneath the door as she works. "Ken, where's the keys to this?!" She asks, reaching for the bag once Dakota arrives, taking out what looks to be a screw driver.

"Someone who is giving you a car," Val replies tersely, as she tosses a set of keys at the group. "Leave it on East Regan tomorrow morning. I'll pick it up there." Turning heel, she starts to walk out of the alleyway.

Rina lowers the gun, her expression guarded as she returns it to safety. "We gotta get /outta/ here," she mutters. "Thanks. Whoever you are."

Stacey actually smiles as Val approaches. "I thought so," she says, then shakes her head. "Nah, his clothes are pretty much shredded, I think."

"In the fucking ignition!" Kenneth snaps back, frustration mounting at the obvious. As the Ford pulls up and the unfamiliar woman comes out, he stares at her. It's only the sticky hair that gives him a clue, and then in another rough snort, he peels off his top layer black t-shirt and tosses it back at the unconscious cub.

"He might have had ID on him," Val says over her shoulder, as she pauses briefly. "Evidence. Anything could be evidence. This is a big enough screw up all ready." With that, she steps out of the alley and heads down the street.

Rina paces out to where Alicia is messing with the Civic. "Can you take care of this?" she asks. "Take him to the farm?"

Stacey stoops over and starts trying to lift up the unconscious kid. "Kenneth, help me get him into Val's car."

Basil is pretty light, so even Stacey or just about anyone can pick him up.

Dakota whirls and points her finger at Kenneth. "Don't lose your temper." She says warningly and squats to collect the keys, grimacing on her way back up. She nods to Stacey. "Get him in there and make sure he doesn't wake up anytime soon, even if you have to whack him over the head again. How long has he been out?"

Vroom. The civic comes to life once Alicia tweaks a bit and sits back up. "Ha, did it without the keys, I still got the touch." She says, stretching herself out some, glancing to the others. "Rina, you want to ditch the Civic somewhere so they don't get Ken's prints while I take the cub to the farm?"

Rina winces. "Lucky me," she murmurs, holstering the .45 and digging into her jacket for a pair of gloves. "Yeah, I'll do it." She switches places with the woman in the driver's seat, and says, simply, "Luck."

"Luck." Alicia replies to the kinfolk as she gives her a grateful grin. "Call me if anything comes up. My boyfriend is on the force, so.. if anything comes up.." She says with a nod, heading for Val's car, yawning. "This thing better have good speakers in it."

Rina takes off, heading for the waterfront.

Kenneth barely holds in his snarl at Dakota, turning to do as Stacey does, roughly handling the unconscious cub with a grab for his ankles and doing all but throwing Basil into the backseat.

Stacey sighs a bit at Kenneth, but works with him to get the cub into the backseat, sliding into the car with him.

Basil is going to need advil in the worst way when he wakes up.

Vroom, Vroom. "C'mon guys." Alicia says once she hops into the Escort, looking it over and sighing. "Ugh, stock system. No woofers." She says with a eye roll to the roof. "Ken, you coming?"

Kenneth doesn't actually get into the Ford yet, walking back into the alley to pick up his t-shirt off the floor of the alley and stuff it into a pocket of his jeans. The Shadow Lord looks back to the Escort when Alicia asks. There's a pause from the Shadow Lord, then with a grunt he opens up the door and gets into the backseat as well.

Dakota gets into the passenger side and makes it a point to buckle herself in. Garou or no, she'd rather not go through any windshields if shit happens. "Okay, let's go."