4/22/2005

06:10 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Full Moon phase (92% full).
Currently in Saint Claire, it is mostly cloudy. The temperature is 47 degrees Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 3 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.17 and steady, and the relative humidity is 86 percent. The dewpoint is 43 degrees Fahrenheit (6 degrees Celsius.)
It is currently 17:46 Pacific Time on Fri Apr 22 2005.

Big Red Barn(#3420RA)
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Seeker
Dillen
Brom
Obvious exits:
BarnYard  

Dillen turns around, scooping up a bottle of water and drinking down about half of it. He notices the arrival and bows his head to Seeker. "Seeker-Rhya." He says as his head raises up, moving to sit down on a bale of hay.

"Seeker-Rhya. I wish to speak with you." Rumbles the mountain as he stops before the Strider, arms crossing over his broad, scarred chest. "About the incident on the bawn."
Seeker's eye moves to Dillen and he nods to the Get, then his gaze returns to Brom. "Yes?"

Kenneth opens and closes the barn door behind him with little more than scrapes and creaks of the wooden entryway. He spares a glance to both his packmates, and then his eyes shift and settle upon the Warder. Visible is the Shadow Lord's tension, but also the tight, invisible chain he leashes his inner Beast with. The Philodox says nothing, standing but a couple paces away from the door.

Dillen looks between Seeker and Brom. He sips his water again and then speaks, "I'd like to stick around for this... Or I can leave if you wish."

"I have spoken to a number of Garou about the incident, those that were involved, some Half Moon's. I have asked for an unbiased opinion and nearly all agree with my point of view." Brom says with a deep rumble in his throat as he shifts his gaze to Kenneth, then back to Seeker. "I wished to speak with you because I believe the situation may have been skewed by a one sided opinion on what happened. I have bled twice for the Bawn now, dealing death to the Wyrm's minions who sought to spread its blight upon our sacred land. I have been making steps to help secure this throat of a tainted Farmhouse which is spreading its diseased animals into our territory. I also had complete control of the situation regarding that hiker, who made his way onto the bawn and past our wards. I am frustrated, and annoyed, that the voice of a Garou who couldn't even keep his tribe and showed dishonor to the Garou nation, has any right pretending to think that he is above or higher than me in station, when he can't even deal with humans appropriately, giving the situation. That hiker was bleeding and injured from the Uktena's attack. He would have left and came back with more humans to scour the woods and 'hunt wolves'. He wouldn't shut up for five seconds to let me speak to the Hiker to calm him down, and figure out if he was a kin or not. He got into the bawn and past the Wards and that was more than enough proof to be suspicious, that and he kept touching that necklace he was wearing. I was the /only/ one who felt best to approach him in homid, so that he could be calmed down. If White Bear didn't want him killed, then he -should- have dealt with the situation, instead of bark at me, over, and over, and over again, without just cause, telling me to not kill the human when I didn't even lift a finger to do so. He failed to do his job, and with hurt pride, he felt it was best to ban me from the Bawn because he doesn't have a full comprehension of the litany. Thou' shall not let a Caern be violated, and submit to those highest in station. As the way of our people, he has no tribe. He is nothing more than a Cub with -some- priviledges." His voice rumbles on, his poise firm, voice straight as an arrow as he watches the Warder. "I come from a Sept of traditional Garou, where we do not let humans simply walk into our territory and come back out alive. I at least was giving this one the benefit of the doubt, just in case he was someone's kin or mate."

Seeker listens carefully, as if committing Brom's speech to memory. When he is done, the Warder sighs and nods. "I will speak of the matter with the Alpha, then I will make my decision. I will tell her your position on the incident."

"I will be speaking with the Alpha in the next few days myself. I have already arranged a meeting with her." Brom says with a rumble in his throat, shifting his shoulders some. "For me, this is a matter of grave importance that one would easily ban a warrior of Gaia who has already spilt blood for your bawn, because I had a 'disagreement' with one who is tribeless." He cracks his neck slowly. "I was the Truthcatcher at the last moot. I do believe my honor, and.." He thumps himself on the chest. "My /scars/ speak volumes."

Kenneth narrows his gaze at the Warder's decision. "I'm no ragabash, but I must question the necessity of having to go speak to the Alpha about this when you as Warder have the priority of making a decision regarding the caern's safety and guardians," he speaks after a pause. "I'm sure Brom will have his own opportunity to present his case to the Sept Alpha, Seeker-Rhya, but for every day you leave off giving Brom an answer, the longer you are less one potential warrior to protect the caern."

Dillen thinks for a moment and then speaks. "I have had my own disagreements with him as well. Many do." He shrugs and sips at his water more. He nods to Kenneth. "Very right. And we are being prevented from being in the caern as well by Ridgeline until our judgement. We were found to have no taint but still we are prevented. Do you believe in this punishment as well, Seeker-Rhya?" He looks to Seeker.

Seeker glares at Kenneth. "The Alpha wishes to speak with me on the matter and I will hear what she has to say, afterwards I will make a decision regarding Brom. I thought I had made myself clear on that. The safety of this caern is my responsibility and my decision is final, but I will respect her wishes as well as yours. In the meantime, with all due respect to Brom, I think we can manage to protect the caern." He turns to Dillen. "That is a different matter. I will speak to Ridgeline and get your judgment resolved soon."

There is a slight twitch in the Fenrir's eyes as Brom glances sharply to Dillen, then back to Seeker. "Fine with me."

Kenneth grits his teeth when Seeker glares at him. Only meeting the Warder's gaze for a split second's worth of defiance before he snaps his chin up and away in submission. Turning around abruptly, the Shadow Lord says nothing more as he jerks the barn doors open and makes his way out again.

Dillen simply nods his head to Seeker. "Thank you, Seeker-Rhya." Even though he still feels a little put off by the whole situation. The glance from Brom causes him to sneer slightly. He turns and thrusts a fist into the bag in the corner, keeping himself open to the rest in the barn at least.

[Seeker and Brom move out of the barn going their separate ways.]

As soon as the place clears out, Dillen goes back to the bag, beating it like crazy, trying to work out a demon or two.

Kenneth is at least a few minutes later in returning to the barn. And as he yanks the door open, it's telling that no, he hasn't calmed down since leaving. Soundless thunder rumbles in every step, invisible lightning crackling in a rage-filled aura around him. Barely sparing a glance to his packmate, the Shadow Lord stalks to a haybale, kicks it hard enough to put a dent into the tightly packed straw, and then flops onto it with a grunt.

"Fucker." Dillen grunts out, not even turning around. He knows who just came back in. "Sick of this shit. Was not our damn fault!!"

Kenneth stews in self-imposed silence. His black gaze leveled to the dry hay beneath him, Kenneth's only movement for another minute's passing is simply the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes. The Rage bleeds from his aura, slowly but surely. "Fools. All of them," he utters finally, voice low toned.

Dillen turns around and runs a hand through his wet hair. "I just don't get it. I really don't."

Kenneth breathes out through a hiss, drawing his leg up as he pulls out a length of hay and sticks one end to the side of his jaw, chewing. "What's there to get? He stalled for more time. Everyone's so hung up on hurting someone's feelings, they don't got the balls to say fuck it and put their foot down right then an' there." Chew, chew. "Whatever. Let 'em sit on their asses." He stands up, wrangling the stick of hay around. "You get any heat breathin' on you after that one night at the pool hall?"

Dillen shakes his head. "Nah. Nothing. Felt damn good though to actually do something." He walks across from Kenneth and flops down on another hay bale. "I hate just sitting here. I hate being prevented from doing anything. I just want to do my fucking job." The last of his water is throw across the room, away from Kenneth though.

Kenneth wets the other edge of his lip, head tilting at Dillen. "We aren't prevented from doin' shit," he replies to the Get slowly. "We got plenty to do. The issue is being /known/ for what we've done. Lucas' eatin' people didn't help us. Jarred bein' a fuckin' dick didn't help us." He turns, steps for the doors, this time significantly a level calmer, but far from mellowed. "And us hanging around out here isn't doin' jack. I'm headin' back to town. At least there's something to do out there."

"Like what? What the hell can we do out there with out..." Dillen raises his hands and does quotes with his fingers, "Breaking the veil?" He grunts. "I'd love to go kick some vamps ass, I'd love to go put some drug dealer down for the count. But with the moon like it is... No chance without being in danger."

Kenneth puts his hand on the door, fingers curling around the edge of the wood tightly. "There are a lot of Garou in this world I bet, who don't have the luxury of running away to some Little House on the Prairie knockoff." He slowly creaks the door back open again, stepping through halfway before turning his head to the side, eyeing the Get from the corner of his gaze. "If they can hold their tempers in and do shit, then I sure as hell can." He lets go of the door, heading back out. "See y'later."

Dillen pauses for a moment and then rises up. "Then so can I." He says gravely. "Where you wanna go?"

Kenneth spits out the hay straw from his lips, pausing a few moments before continuing on his walk. "Don't know," he replies. "Guess I'll just walk around town. See what's goin' on in the territory."

Dillen comes up behind Kenneth, pulling on his jacket. "Could use a shower. But let's rock."

Kenneth says nothing more, instead breaking into a quick jog down towards the lane and headed back towards St. Claire.

[Run run run...]

East Bridge Street
The power plant to the south, chain-link fence delineating it sharply from the street, takes up two blocks, from Fourth to Second. Across the street, and down along Second and to First, are tenements, small bars, and the occasional slightly-better-maintained building. Teenagers give older, grim-looking men and women nowhere near enough space for respect, jostling them and sometimes knocking them down while brushing arrogantly by. Trash in the gutters and along the sidewalks is a glum reminder, with the filth spewed from the power plant itself and the factories beyond to the south, of the poverty of the area and the lack of care given to this section of the city. The occasional shot rings out, down the street or in the tiny, darkened alleys burrowing between buildings.
Obvious exits:
McAffee Court  Harbor PArk  Holland Place  Charlie's Tavern  Alley  Washington Warehouse  WHarf  St. Claire Power And Light  East  South  North  West  

Friday night has the blocks of downtown St. Claire closer towards the bars, clubs and other red-light districts up a few blocks jumping. The section of East Bridge street between 4th and 1st, however, are not so much jumping as they are a touch more alive with people out looking for a dirty version of a good time. Kenneth's jog is long, with few pauses for breaks, but even by the time he and the Get reach St. Claire, a good portion of their muscles are likely strapped for oxygen. The Shadow Lord all but slowed to a walk since from the outskirts of town, choosing instead to take the long way through alleys and dark neighborhoods, as if deliberately looking for trouble along the way. No such luck though, but maybe this part of the city will yield more favorable results.

Dillen takes a very deep breath as they stop, as if blowing the fatigue out of his muscles. A perpetual snarl is across his face as he walks through the area, looking over anybody that comes near.

Kenneth on the other hand, is as readable as a glacier's face. The Shadow Lord strolls through the neighborhood with his packmate utterly unbothered, with very few people choosing to cross their paths, and even more, some crossing the street to get out of their way. Periodically, the cars on the street drive by on their way to destinations unknown. No sooner have they moved across an intersection for 4th and Bridge, then Kenneth detours for a liquor store. The small bells tied to the door handle jangles as he enters first.

Dillen follows Kenneth in, giving a friendly enough nod to the clerks so as to lessen their concern. He lets out a deep breath and shakes his head. "What do you want in here?"

Turning his head to look back over his shoulder, Kenneth replies simply, "Just some water." The halfmoon and the galliard have strolled into a local liquor/convenience store on the corner of 4th and East Bridge, looking as normal as any other pair of teenage boys hanging about the neighborhood save for perhaps, their different styles of dressing, and not looking like they're affiliated with the local streetgang. That, and people are giving them Looks and pointedly pausing in their conversations as the pair passes. The Shadow Lord strolls through the aisles of the store, looking at merchandise rather blandly.

A tourist seems to have wandered into this part of town and she sticks out like a sore thumb. Jamie is carrying a single, over-stuffed backpack and is dressed in blue jeans and sweatshirts. A double layered Colombia jacket is her preferred method of warmth for tonight as well. She looks clean and well fed, at least physically, but her eyes have a certain rabid hunger about them. She's come up to the store front, but remains outside, fishing into sadly empty pockets.

[look Jamie (homid)]
Standing at 5'6", this young woman carries herself with a proud yet easy going posture. There is definite confidence in her step and pose- though she does not appear to be overbearing or aloof, in fact there can often be found a playful curiousity about her.
She is somewhat broad shouldered and has a physique that speaks of fitness and overall health: not overweight, and not without adequate muscle tone. Her face is softly chiseled, lacking any prominent angles or hooks, and framed by brown hair that hangs just past shoulder length. Her eyes are an average hazel- but what she lacks in color is made up in sincerity and brightness.

Dillen just lets out a long blow of air and heads for the front. He opens a cooler and pulls out a bottle of water himself. He then walks to the candy area and pulls a couple candy bars, then heads for the counter to pay.

From the moment the pair of Requiem entered, the cashier behind the counter looked up from his magazine. Now he's watching the two intently, clearly suspicious of their intentions in his store. The suspicion gets kicked up a notch as Dillen approaches the counter with the bottle of water, but the cashier, a black guy taller and weightier than the Get, goes through the motions of ringing him up. "S'gonna be $2.18." Kenneth still, is browsing at his own pace. Jamie only gets circled around by people on the sidewalk, another couple of gaudily dressed women standing at the corner waiting for the light to change.

Watching the boys inside, Jamie seems torn at a few options. A hand comes up to scratch a tickle on the bridge of her nose and then drops back to help support her backpack. She glances around her for a moment then heaves a disappointed sigh, mumbling softly to herself, "I can't do it... I just can't."

Dillen pulls the money out of his pocket and shoves the exact amount across the counter. "Thanks." As he moves outside. Don't want to tax the man too much. He looks to Jamie and gives a nod of his head.

Kenneth finally makes his way up to the long coolers at the back full of beverages. He's on his last moments of choosing just which brand of bottled water he wants. Dillen is afforded but a half-squinted eye, varying between an actual smile and just an awkward expression at his politeness. As the Get steps out of the store, a trio of younger looking gangers approach from the opposite corner of the street. The three of them head right between Dillen and Jamie in through the door, one relatively tall black youth with a black bandanna tied around his shaved head accidentally bumping the Get with his shoulder. The guy turns, scowls at the galliard, but doesn't say anything as he heads in after his fellows.

Jamie is caught staring. Her eyes blink a few times as she watches the dangerous looking trio advance- and that one is black? An almost audible gasp slips her lips and she tightens her hold on her backpack as her feet take a slight step back. She doesn't turn around to vanish though, her curiousity keeping her stilled there.

Dillen raises a brow and looks after the group that moves inside. He takes a breath and shakes his head, moving to walk back inside. "This may not be good. Might want to move on." He says quietly to Jamie. "Bad part of town." He says with a growl in the back of his throat, almost predatory.

Kenneth is /still/ taking his sweet ass time. As the trio of gangers walks into the store, they fan out, each taking an aisle. "Yo Bee! Get the booze man, we partyin' hard tonight!" "Aww yeah, gonna be tossin' back Budz like water!" Bee, shortest of the three and sporting a mid-sized afro and Seattle Sonics jersey over a white shirt, winds his way down the aisle towards the cooler to Kenneth's left. The Shadow Lord looks at him. He looks back. There's a short exchange of Looks, but nothing more. The cashier behind the counter is watching Everything, keeping an eye on the newly arrived. His hand fiddles with the magazine that was set aside, reopening the leaf to the page he'd stopped at.

Jamie gives the white boy a curious, more stern look, head canting to the side in careful thought. A soft, 'huh' escapes her as she stays put. "I can handle myself," she states just as quietly, whether it is truth or bold talk. Her eyes settle on the subtle bits of activity, watching with interest and tension.

Dillen chuckles at Jamie. "Whatever." Then steps inside the place moving towards Kenneth. "How long does it take, man?" He asks low as he comes near, passing one the guys who came in.

The cashier squints at Dillen as the Get enters through the store again, and looking in that general direction, the man sees Jamie. Her appearance, though, as well as her presence outside the store rather than inside causes him to pay less mind to her. Kenneth finally jerks the door open and snatches out an Evian, snorting wordlessly first. "The hell do you care? I'm shoppin'," the halfmoon growls back, reverie invaded. As he heads to the counter, the cashier focuses on him, the next customer. Out of the corner of the Get's gaze, he can see the Bandanna'd youth surreptitiously slip a couple of candy bars into his pockets. A practiced motion.

Jamie just gives a slight glare at the youth's chuckle. She herself doesn't notice anything strange going on inside, but she remains out there to watch. An occasional glance around to ensure no one is sneaking up on her, and that's that.

Dillen catches the movement and shakes his head, turning to look at the guy. "C'mon man. Don't do that. Ain't worth it." He motions to the guy's pocket and back to the shelf. "Put them back."

Kenneth and the cashier are completing their transaction, thus busy and not noticing what's going on behind them. It's not more than a few seconds behind Kenneth that Bee clinks up to the counter with the six-pack of Budweiser and clunks it noisily onto the counter with an award-winning smirk of a smile. "S'all right here nigga," Bee claims, digging in his pocket for cash. ID check? The cashier doesn't seem to perform it, even though there's a visible claim that all IDs will be checked for liquor and tobacco purchases. Kenneth continues on his way out of the store, only noticing Jamie when he's stepped outside. He looks her up and down quickly, eyes coldly neutral in their regard. Bandanna looks to Dillen, sneers and flips him off before heading towards the counter as well. From behind the Get, the third of the group manuevers around the galliard easily, following after his brutha without a word.

Dillen shakes his head and walks out towards the door. He holds up what he had in his hands, showing the guy behind the counter that he didn't get anything else. Then, just as he slips out the door, "But you might want to check out bandana there. He's got a bunch of candy bars in his pocket.. Bro." He adds and steps out the door.

Jamie presses her brows together again as the second youth gives her a scrutinous look. She gives a step back only to allow those exiting the building room to maneuver around her, hands still gripping her backpack to ease the weight on her shoulders.

"Shut the fuck up man, you don't know what the fuck you're talkin' 'bout!" Bandanna spits out at the Get, brash and tough, practiced intimidation coupled with innate streetwise snark. The guy with the bandanna turns back to face the cashier, giving him a 'So? What you gonna do about it?' look. The cashier doesn't say a word, ringing up the beer only. "6.98," is the total, bland and tired. Two out of three are staring at Dillen's back in a glaring, plotting manner. Kenneth takes just a little longer in regarding Jamie, eyes going from cold and unfeeling to something instinctively recognizing. But it doesn't stay that way long, as he turns to walk a couple paces away from the girl, turning only to wait for Dillen.

Dillen pauses outside the door, growling under his breath. "Fucker." He mutters and looks to Kenneth. "Let's get out of here." His gaze turning to Jamie and his brow raises. "Dude." IS his main remark to show the fact that is kinda dazzled by her "purity".

Jamie clicks her tongue to the roof of her mouth and rolls her eyes. "I am /not/ a dude." The words come off like a well practiced line, "And if this is the bad part of town, how about you point me towards the not so bad?"

Kenneth arches his brows, checking out Jamie in a distantly acknowledging sense. Something about her he can't pinpoint draws his eyes. "Head north an' west," he replies in place of Dillen, one hand cracking open the Evian. He's about to say more, but then the trio of gangers push open the door roughly, the Nameless one out first, followed by Bandanna, and then Bee.

Dillen stays right where he is, watching out of the corner of his eye the three that walk out. He doesn't say a word. And he almost hopes they don't say something brilliant like, 'Yo man, we are gonna kick your ass.' Because then that would be a challenge and Dillen would have to kick theirs.

Jamie gives a nod to Kenneth, "Thanks." She shifts her weight and tips her head up into the night sky, lips pursing together at the cloud cover. "Right, so which way is north from here?" The trio coming out of the store catches her attention and she once more stills herself to watch.

Dillen's wish is denied, as with things as they are, the gangers have lots of better things to do than to bother with a supposed 'small fry' like Dillen. But pointedly, Bandanna draws out the Snickers he had stuffed into his left pocket, unwraps one end, and takes a large bite out of it, chewing noisily right in the face of the Get. Bee and Nameless are not exactly frozen, but the sidewalk's occupied with all these loitering random Garou. They say nothing to the girl, instead turning east, headed back where they came from and needing to get around Dillen and Kenneth. None of them notice the rest of their immediate surroundings. None of them notice the black Chevy SUV slowing down, windows rolling down. "Hey Bridge Street!" The three gangers immediately jerk their heads towards the SUV. Suddenly, a four count of the ends of hand pistols are facing the group on the sidewalk.

Dillen gives a grunt and sees the guns. "Get down." He yells to the two that stand near him and to the punks from the store. As fast as he can move, without shifting, and without hurting her too much... He wraps his arms around Jamie and shoves her to the ground.

With an 'oofing' gasp, Jamie finds herself hugged and tugged by the youth. She goes down, hands skittering out in front of her to break her fall. A quick, rage-filled look passes quickly through her features as her body tenses. "Oh my god..." she announces in a voice that is taut with restrained anger and mixed with pure shock.

No sooner does Dillen lunge towards the girl, do the guns start blazing. The trio of gangers on the sidewalk are a second later in reaction time, which is costly. The drive-by culprits are emptying their clips, guns blazing with muzzleflash and the air being filled with unsilenced thunder from the four handguns going off. Everyone in the immediate vicinity, even those on the other side of the street, drop or dodge, screams and cries of surprise and terror added to the mix. The shooting is but seconds fleeting. Glass breaking, metal ricocheting off the side of the store and sidewalk, it's not more than 3 seconds of pure chaos before the SUV's tires burn rubber and hauls ass, eastbound.

Dillen lands on top of Jamie, covering her pretty well with his own body, with a thud and just as he does a bullet zings off a piece of stone and rips across his shoulder. "Aw fuck!" He yells out, right into Jamie's ear. He winces for a bit and then grunts out a breath. "You okay." He says down to the girl beneath him, also a gaze over to Kenneth to check on him.

Jamie grunts, looking up from underneath the valiant young man. "Yah... fine." She is already moving to get up and out from under him, looking out across the way to see if any of the black kids got hit. "What /was/ that?" she demands in a tight voice.

The trio that were targeted are getting up on their feet, pulling out matte black and silver metallic guns of their own. Bandanna launches all five shots of his revolver after the fleeing vehicle, crying out and swearing in revenge in all manner of colorful language. Kenneth is down on the ground with every other sane human being, gritting his teeth and staring after the retreating SUV, and he doesn't get up. He's alive. "Mutha Fucks! Imma getcha you fuckers!" Click click click. Bee staggers, but only gets off a shot before he lowers his gun's point. "Fuckin' Hell!" Nameless curses, glaring after the vehicle. The three don't even stop to collect their purchased goods - even so, the glass bottles are leaking beer onto the sidewalk through the carton, and the Snickers is dirty now.

Dillen ducks his head down and says, "A gang bang." He growls deep, trying to keep certain things pushed back. He yells over his shoulder, keeping Jamie covered. "Cut it out, you are gonna hit someone else." He yells over at the boys from the store.

Jamie is still being guarded, a range of emotions warring across her face. Her shoulders motion accentuates the deepened breaths. "Get off of me. You are just making us a stilled target." She groans in complaint, an elbow pushing back to get him up.

Are they paying attention to Dillen? Hell no. Good thing maybe, since all three are armed, even though Bandanna's revolver is out of ammo. The three of them look at each other, still coming off the rush of getting shot at. "Come on let's get the fuck outta here," Nameless huffs out, stuffing his Beretta down the front of his pants. They walk off, or rather, stalk off, following the van and leaving the scene without so much as a sorry or explanation of what just happened. Everyone around, though, seems to know what just happened. Kenneth grunts, pushing himself off the ground afterwards, brushing himself off.

Dillen pulls off Jamie. He stands up, looking about to see if anybody besides him was hit. Once satisfied, he grunts a little, "Dude. I gotta get the fuck outta here." He reaches to check his shoulder. "Flesh wound." But the look in his eye is obvious, that look of "if I don't shift now I am gonna rip someone's head off." He doesn't even look to Jamie again but heads towards the brownstone.

Jamie stands up quickly then, glancing first in the direction the SUV and gang ran off, then to Dillen. "It didn't enter you did it?" she asks then, voice still taut as her hands brush gravel bits off onto her pants.

Kenneth nods wordlessly, starts to walk, and then stops with a stiff grunt and a hand covering his gut. "Yeah," he growls out quietly. Too quietly, as he adjusts the dark jacket he wears, zipping it up. Looking to Jamie, the Shadow Lord only inclines his head towards the north. "That way's north."

"Got my shoulder, no big deal." Dillen shifts his weight and keeps walking. "Just... Get out of this side of town." He growls out, breaking into a run, if for nothing else than to expend some energy to keep from shifting in front of all these people.

Jamie lets out an exasperated, tight lipped sigh and resituates her backpack. Able to handle 'it' or not, she seems a little unnerved by the big city life. She crosses the street and hugs towards the shops, falling in step with a group of people who are just as bothered by having her around, as they were the gangsters.

Kenneth takes a bit longer to get started, looking into the store where the windows now sport a multitude of holes and shattered glass. As Jamie heads off, he does too, checking up and down the street for a bit before walking in the same direction as Dillen.