9/11/2005

Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (53% full).
It is currently 13:07 Pacific Time on Sun Sep 11 2005.

Student Union: Sun Room
With fifteen foot tall windows nearly completely covering the southern wall of this room, it has earned the appropriate name of 'Sun Room' from the student population over the years. During the day, sunlight streams translucently through the gauzy sheers draping the window, creating a softly bright area where students can study in quiet, or sleep. The floor is carpeted in a thick, flat oriental-style rug which helps to muffle the footsteps, while the room is furnished with a good number of stuffed chairs, setees, and elegant couches to create private areas in the openness of the room.
The sidewalk running just before the windows leads back to the rest of campus. A 'flyer' has been tossed casually on one table.
Obvious exits:
Campus  

Sunday in the Sun Room, a few of the more studious students have taken up scattered spaces about the large area. One 'student' is left utterly alone - it could be said he's been there awhile, given the battered, not so cleanly washed feel of his clothing and appearance. Eyes closed, laying upon one of the couches, Kenneth rests undisturbed.

Xia walks up, carrying her book back across her shoulders. She spoct Kenneth almost imediately and makes her way towards him. She bows, leaning towards his face and quietly whispers his name. "Kenneth?" she questions. "Kenneth, dear."

Kenneth mumbles quietly, something in a foreign tongue. Then, turning over, he cracks a reluctant eye open and scans the room sleepily. His view is blocked by the kin. This wakes him up, as he groggily mutters, "What?" and slowly arches himself up in a sit. Mussed hair definitely indicates he's been there awhile.

Xia takes a seat very closely next to Kenneth and pulls a hair brush out of her bursh and begins brushing his hair. "Don't have anything better to do than to be sleeping on a couch in the middle of the student union?" she asks curiously.

Kenneth jerks his head away at first, the kin's brush conjuring defensiveness more than static. "So?" he retorts, voice lowered but no less growly. "What are /you/ doing here?"

Xia places the brush away. "What do you think I am doing here?" she asks in reponse.

Kenneth runs a hand through his hair, long still, mussed still. He tries to comb it with fingers only. "I dunno," he replies in a moment, looking to her and her bag. "Studying?" Another sleepy growl runs its course. "'t time is it?"

"That would be a good guess," she replies. She remembers her manners and attempts to speak more nicely to the younger. "It's one-thirty," she replies.

Kenneth sniffs, apparently not one to get up quickly unless he wants it so. He eyes the kin sidelong. "So." A pause. "What's up...?"

"I just came over here to study," she replies. "I have a test tommorrow, so I woke up early." She tilts her head at Kenneth some. "I'm staying with a girl right now in an apartment, but I don't like being there very much. Its been a little more difficult to not to talk about family matters anymore." she says quietly. Then she goes on, "What about you?"

Kenneth narrows an eye, a finger catching in a knot of hair before he yanks a little harder to pull it out. "Nn... Just, gettin' shit together. Learning stuff." Wetting his lips, he looks back. "Stuff." The capitalization pokes out. "What's your test on?" Leaning his head slightly, the philodox returns a stare of a student sitting at a far table.

"Economics," Xia replies. She turns, facing her body towards Kenneth. "What stuff, exactly?" she asks, being nosy.

At a distance, Kenneth's stare isn't quite as effective, but the student goes back to studying and the Shadow Lord goes back to his kin. "Some.. cleansing ceremony, kind of thing." He being vague on purpose. Then, that black gaze stills on her. "Let's go somewhere."

"Where?" Xia asks. She lowers her gaze a bit as he looks directly towards her. "My car is parked out front of the building."

Kenneth shakes his head. "Don't really need to go far. Just, somewhere without .. people." He glances around, then back. "Unless, you need to study or something."

"I've been studying all day." she replies. "Lets just hop in my car and we can go somewhere for while and you can talk to me in the car." The kinwoman stands and picks up her bookbag.

"I thought you said it was one-thirty," Kenneth replies quietly, nevertheless standing when the kin stands. "It's what..." Then, "..shit. The game's on," he remembers aloud. People glance up, then look back down to their books, papers and laptops. "There a place with a TV?" he asks the kin, partly urgent, partly trying to cover it up.

"I have a TV at my apartment," she replies. "Its not far from here. A few blocks." Xia sighs, "Hopefully my room mate will not be around."

Kenneth nods, giving the kin the lead out. "Could make her shut up," he offers with a slight shrug.

Xia goes turn to glare at Kenneth. "I don't think so." she replies. "I'm trying to keep all of this quiet." She heads out the front doors and not far out into the parking lot her car is parked. She opens the automatic locks and hops in from the driver's side, tossing her bag someplace out of the way.

Kenneth replies with a wry expression, but doesn't say anything until they're in the car. Slipping in on the passenger side, buckling up, the philodox waits for the car to get out of the parking lot. "What's wrong with her anyway? She a bitch?"

"Its not her, its me." Xia replies as she looks towards Kenneth. "She's a human, Kenneth." She starts her car and pulls out of the parking space. She speeds out of teh parking lot, heading into the section of town around the main campus.

Kenneth taps a finger along the doorframe, eyes roaming outside. "And you're not?" the philodox asks. "What's your problem?"

Xia just shakes her head and continues driving. "I wish I could figure that one out." she replies. Soon enough they are pulling into an underground garage below the apartment building. Xia hops out of her car when it is parked, although leaves her bookbag.

Kenneth goes quiet as well, occassionally looking back to the kin, but mostly keeping his eyes averted to the moving landscape. When the car pulls in and he gets out, the philodox is gazing about at the other cars in the garage. "It's called Rite of Cleansing," the halfmoon puts forward. "Intended to clear out anything that's screwing up a balance in your body and spirit." The halfmoon follows after again.

Xia nods her head slowly as she listens. "Sounds interesting," she replies. She opens a door that leads to a stairwell and begins up the stairs to the second floor. At the second floor, she unlocks a door and enters the apartment. She invites Kenneth in before closing the door behind them. "Hello?" she calls out. There is no answer. The apartment itself is absolutely spotless. There is no dirt found anywhere.

Kenneth climbs up after, not straying far in gaze or footpath. "It's... an experience." At the apartment, he pauses at the doorway before he takes a step in, watching the kin, considering. "Y'want shoes on, or..." The halfmoon glances down to the kin's own footwear. "Nice place."

Xia slips off her shoes. "Please," she requests with a slight smile. "Thank you," she says, grinning. "This is what occurs when you have two neat-freaks living together." She drifts over to the black leather couch and flops onto it and grabs the clicker, offering it out to Kenneth. "Would you like something to drink? Eat?" she offers.

Kenneth looks surprised at the sight of the black leather upholstered couch. "Two /rich/ neat-freaks," he comments, slipping his shoes off and placing them off in a corner. Grasping the remote, the philodox flips the TV on, clicking through until a game of tennis is on. "What do you have?" he inquires after, getting distracted by the players on screen. The crowd on the TV is cheering wildly.

"Juice, water, diet soda, milk, beer..." Xia replies. "Got some chips, popcorn... or carrots and celery." She says as she slips up from the couch and drifts towards the kitchen.

Kenneth keeps his eyes on the match, working himself around and onto the couch. "Chips're cool. Uh.. 'n Juice." One-all on the third set. Then he actually glances back, towards the kitchen. "Y'want a hand?"

"No, that's alright." she replies. She takes out the half-eaten bag of chips, a juice, and a diet cola and retreats back out into the living area carrying these, which she deposits on the coffee table. She sinks back down on the couch next to Kenneth.

Commercial break ends, and Kenneth looks over when the food and drink are brought. "Thanks," he says again, leaning over to pick up his drink. "Do you play?" His question gets 'drowned' under the crowd's cheering.

"Play what?" Xia answers Kenneth's question, looking quiet confused.

"Tennis. Or any sport really." Kenneth crunches down on a chip, giving the screen another eye or so. With a service ace, the third set goes four-all. "Meanin'... you pretty much came out of nowhere. Why St. Claire?"

"My grandfather has some properties and an interest here in Saint Claire," Xia answers. "He thought that I could do some good in a sept that was populated more with different individuals."

Kenneth takes his eyes back off the screen, despite the cheering crowd coming through the speakers. "Sure picked a winner," the halfmoon says. "Given your tribe." Five-all, and the philodox glances back to the TV as Agassi's up to serve. "Where else did you go? After you left."

"I just went home and went to Harper for a year." she replies amd rolls her shoulders. "Nothing much, stayed away from the Garou mostly in the area."

[... and a lot later, as Kenneth made his way back...]

Currently the moon is in the waxing Half Moon phase (54% full).
It is currently 17:57 Pacific Time on Sun Sep 11 2005.

Regan Avenue East, Downtown
Red brick buildings rise, some of them crumbling from disrepair and disuse, others patched together by repairs. Graffiti covers some of the walls near street level, some rude, most crude, but the occasional drawing is meant for a lighter-hearted reaction. The graffiti becomes a colorful, almost gaudy mural at the western end of the district, an announcement of the Regan Hope Project's presence. Trash litters the majority of the gutters, from Harbor Park in the east across to just before the Regan Hope Project's domain, where the trash is less prevalent and the buildings less run-down. Small shops with apartments in the floors above them span a block here and corners there: delis, second-hand clothes, textiles, small restaurants, a grocery store. Sandwiched between the buildings are weed-choked empty lots.
Contents:
Finds-Stories
Obvious exits:
Harbor Park  The Gunbarrel  Abandoned Lot  Empty Lot  Pizza Parlor  Regan Hope Project  North  South  West  

Kenneth travels, seemingly with no real direction aside from 'towards the park'. Passing by buildings of downtown with his hands in his pockets, the philodox pauses to check out the graffiti art of the west district, not far from Regan Hope.

There are a few other people in the area, but most make a point of avoiding the Garou. Across the street, a small child squees in delight. "Look momy, a raccoon and it isn't scare of us at all. Can I pet it momy?" Looking over, Kenneth can see a young woman ushering her child away from a raccoon that is sitting at the mouth of an alleyway. Seemingly unafraid of the humans that make a fairly wide detour around it, some commenting on how cocky the fuzzy pest is.

Kenneth seems to be uninterested at first, looking over at the woman and her child in bland, sidelong eyeing. He's all too aware of the people swerving slightly to avoid him. He makes no move to be overly friendly. Still, a cocky fuzzy pest is not too far from a description he recognizes, and for reasons of his own, breaks from graffiti admirations towards the woman, child and raccoon.

The woman has a firm grip of the child's shirt and is speaking to her in a firm and slightly hurried voice. As Kenneth nears, she abruptly pulls the child away. "I said no. Come on. Its time to go home." The raccoon just sits there, eyes scanning the street.

Kenneth looks from child to raccoon. He keeps walking, making like an average pedestrian around this part of town. He very well could be, given the area, but takes no pains to announce that. The closer he gets to the poor woman, the more he slows down his pace. It's leisurely.

Kenneth gets a down right dirty look as the woman hustles past him, child in tow. The raccoon slowly rises and starts to walk across the street, heedless of the traffic.

Kenneth ignores the woman and child, putting the two out of mind as he looks at the raccoon passing along. "Gonna get yerself killed that way, stupid," he mutters to the animal's back. He pauses in his stroll, watching the crossing, mildly interested in the outcome of the animals so-called bravery.

One car slams on its breaks and swerves to avoid the raccoon, tires squealing and nearly hitting a car coming in the other direction. Horns are leaned on heavily, as one of the drivers leans out his window and gives the other driver the finger.
The raccoon pauses as if confused, looking this way and that.

See, that could've been Kenneth in the middle of all that. The Shadow Lord tenses slightly, standing safely on the sidewalk as he continues watching the raccoon. When the traffic looks like it's resuming, the philodox focuses back upon the animal. "Lucky bastard."

"Who is the lucky bastard?" As Dillen comes walking out of the shadows. "Where have you been?" As he approaches his pack mate. "Been too long." He strolls closer, hands shoved into his pockets.

The raccoon seems to change its mind and starts to wander back toward the sidewalk, wobbling a little as it does so.

Kenneth turns at the question, gazing out of the corner of his eye at the Get. "Out," is his reply. "And that 'coon is the bastard." As the animal starts heading back towards the pair, Kenneth seems to stand his ground. He's not deterred by a measly raccoon. Its wobbling, though, does garner a small interest.

Dillen raises a brow as he looks at the raccoon as well. "Hmm. Seems like he's had one too many drinks." A hand moves through his hair. "Got a shelter now, at the territory, if you wanna crash." His eyes stay on the animal.

Back end wobbling some more, the raccoon comes to a stop about fifteen feet infront of the two garou and plops down onto its rear.

"I got my own," Kenneth replies, dead flat and firm on that fact. Taking a few steps towards the animal, the philodox gets closer to scrutinize the beast. "Y'know... this guy really is cocky." Slowly, the Shadow Lord closes the gap.

As Kenneth approaches the raccoon, the little bugger actually curls up and seems to go to sleep.

Dillen moves close as well. He scans up and down the street, looking for anybody that could hear. He bends down and speaks to the raccoon, asking what is wrong.

Kenneth curses low and glares at the raccoon. How dare it just up and sleep. Dillen's approach though, causes the Shadow Lord to go still. "The hell are you doin'?" he growls at his packmate.

"Little game my grandmother taught me. Sometimes they actually sit up and talk back. No clue in hell what they are sayin." It's all a cover in case someone hears them. Dillen's eyes tell Kenneth this if he pays attention.

[Dillen uses Beast Speech]

Kenneth, though, isn't much paying attention. His interest with the raccoon has diminished a good deal, and the philodox turns to walk over towards the building beside them, and lean up against it.

The raccoon looks up and then seems to go right back to sleep. Tired. Well, that was informative.

Dillen rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Then he speaks again. Gonna get run over if you stay here. Want a ride to the forest?

No response from the raccoon, who appears to be sleeping very soundly indeed.
Dillen shrugs and moves away from it. "Well, was good to see you." He lifts a hand to Kenneth, walking away as it seems nobody really wants to talk to him tonight.

"Later," Kenneth utters at random, watching the Get make his way down the walk. The Shadow Lord continues to watch the raccoon for no really good reason. Then, again at random, he pushes off the building and steps towards the creature. Stopping beside it, he pokes the coon with his shoe. "Hey. Get up."

The raccoon does not react under the Shadow Lord's toe. On closer inspection, it seems to have stopped breathing.

Dillen raises a brow and looks back at Kenneth. He stands there, a little way off for a bit, watching. His brow cocks up as the raccoon does not move. "What did you do?"

Kenneth looks down more intently when the raccoon doesn't rise. An annoyed frown slips out from the otherwise neutral mask. "I didn't do anything," he answers the Get, full on prodding the coon again, before stooping to see what's wrong. "Fucker just up and died."

Dillen looks down at the corpse. He leans in and whispers to Kenneth. "Thing just said he was tired. I guess real tired."

Kenneth snorts, standing up and turning away from the coon. "Well, bastard ain't cocky no more." He fishes around in his pocket, drawing out a few coins. "Might as well get one more dead beat off the street." He heads for the payphone, flipping through the phone book for local animal control.

Dillen shakes his head and leans down, trying to flip the raccoon over with his foot. "Little bugger." Dillen plops down next to him, resting a hand on his chin, waiting for Kenneth.

Kenneth dials away, calling up as the local listings dictate. He's on the phone for a short time, with patience waning as he's on hold. Then when he's patched through, he details what's happened. After a few 'yes' and 'no' and 'yeah's, the Shadow Lord finally hangs up.

Dillen just shakes his head and looks back to the Lord. "Who you calling?"

Kenneth walks back over, exhaling roughly. "The nearest brothel," he answers first. "Who do you think? Called Animal control. They'll pick it up. Said stuff 'bout rabies and not to touch it." He shrugs.

Dillen shrugs as well. "Hey. You hear yet? About me and Freya?" Dillen cracks a grin. "Gonna be a father." He looks back to the raccoon. "We really do need to find out what is going on with this rabies shit."

"'Course I heard," Kenneth replies with a look towards Dillen. "Heard you got the shit beat outta you for it." The philodox gazes over towards the coon as well. "And where you think you're gonna find out where rabies comes from? It's spread. The only thing that can happen is a whole shitload of quarantined animals, and dead animals."

"Dude. Let go of the gloom shit. Move on." Dillen shakes his head and gets to his feet. "When are you ever gonna see there is more than that kind of shit." He shakes his head and begins heading off.

Kenneth snorts at the departing Get. "It's called fucking Reality, Dillen. Just like you're never gonna be able to support that kid of yours because you're Cursed."

Dillen reels around and growls at Kenneth. Doesn't take much before he has vaulted at Kenneth and wanting to beat the shit out of the other for that remark.

Animal control finally arrives and a somewhat irritated looking woman gets out of the small tuck and stomps toward the pair. Wearing a heavy set of gloves, carrying a sack, and what looks like a giant set of tongs.

Kenneth ducks out of the way, low and to the side, using a manuever he's learned from his past. Yet the halfmoon doesn't retaliate. There's a grim set to his features, which he tries to keep as he spots Animal Control arriving.

Dillen flies past and jerks back up to his feet. His jaw is grinding and he growls under his breath as he sees the woman with the tongs. "Kick your ass later." He growls out, just low enough for Kenneth to hear.

The animal control lady scowls at the pair, not showing any fear in the least. "You two, get out of the way," she grumps and moves to pick up the dead animal with her tongs.

Kenneth retreats a few steps from the galliard, finally turning his back and starting to walk off from the scene in general. He's getting out of the way, as ordered, giving both a wide berth as the Shadow Lord stalks away down the street.

"You there, stop where you are!" The woman snaps, glaring at Kenneth's back. "I need your information!"

Dillen looks to Kenneth and then to the woman. He leans against the building he is near, a casual observer more than anything.

Kenneth just keeps walking, ignoring the woman's command.

Finds-Stories stuffs the dead critter into a bag and then sets it aside, before /chasing/ after Kenneth. "Come back here right now! We need to arrange for a Rabies vaccine!"

Dillen looks after the woman and shakes his head. He waits for her to get well past him and then scoots off in the opposite direction.

Kenneth glances over his shoulder to see the woman chasing after him. She doesn't need to chase him very far. The philodox simply stops, and waits.

Finds-Stories skids to a stop as she reaches Kenneth. "I need your information and the name of your doctor. We have to make certain that you receive a rabies vaccine as soon as possible."

"I wasn't bitten," Kenneth states simply, as evenly as he can manage. "And I don't need a doc."

The woman huffs. "It doesn't matter. You don't have to be bitten to catch the disease. You came into contact with a possible rabies case and this is protocol. It has to be followed."

Kenneth pushes down a growl, swallowing down an initial retort. "I didn't touch it," he lies. "Just saw it lying there dead like that. So no, I don't got rabies." He turns to leave again, toughing it out.

The woman's lips twitch in a sneer and when she turns around "Fuck!" is proclaimed rather loudly, when she notices that Dillen has escaped. "My boss is going to kill me."

Kenneth gets only a few steps, before he pauses in his footsteps and turns around. "Hey," he calls out to the control officer. "How many of these things're you pickin' up these days?"

The woman turns back around and scowls at Kenneth. "Hmm. Tell you what, you give me your info and get vaccinated and I'll tell you how many cases we've had recently."

Kenneth furrows his brow at the woman, mouth opening at first to retort, but without one. Two options war with each other in the halfmoon. "How about Wolf Woods?" he counters, pressing on.

The woman crosses her arms and juts out her lower jaw, falling completely silent.

Kenneth eventually does growl out, annoyedly. He stares back, filling out the minutes with silence on his part before he glances away and answers the woman. "Name's John. John Wong." Maybe the officer won't notice he's lying.

"ID please," the woman adds curtly. "Your drivers license will do."

Dillen is just off the sidewalk, shrouded in shadows. As she asks for his ID, he cannot help but grin.

Kenneth shrugs once. "Don't got one," he replies, and that's the truth.

The woman visibly grinds her teeth. "Fine. Do you have any form of ID on you?"

Kenneth sighs in frustration. "No, I don't." He pulls out his pockets to demonstrate. "I don't got ID right now. But it's not like I don't know my own address, alright? What else do you want?" He gives her a bogus address, rattled off easily - likely a former friend's address. Or a bully's. Whichever works, but it's a St. Claire address located further up town.

Finds-Stories seems to be satisfied with the name and address, taking down the information and pocketing it. "We've had three confirmed cases this month. We normally pick up roughly two dozen dead animals off the street any given month. Most are run over by cars."

Kenneth tilts his head slightly to the side. "Where're they all coming from?" he asks plainly, attempting to hold the distant casual feel of the question. "What 'bout Wolf Woods? Saw some stuff on the TV about it."

Dillen leans against the building, listening to the two as they speak.

"Wolf Woods it outside of my area," the woman replies easily. "It isn't unusual to get that many dead animals in a month. As I said, most are roadkill."

"Guess so," Kenneth replies. After another moment, he asks, "Anything being done about it? Aside from that clinic."

Finds-Stories shrugs. "There is nothing too be done. These things normally run their course without anything serious happening."

Kenneth nods once. "Yeah... so... that it? 'Cause you probably got more... 'fun' things to do."

The woman shrugs again. "We don't know who has a pet and who doesn't. So long as people keep their animals vaccinated and avoid any animals that are behaving oddly, there isn't much of a problem. We do have a vaccine you know."

Kenneth curls a hand by his side, nodding slightly again. "That's great. 'Cept that's not gonna do anything about the strays." He turns again, started to depart once more. "Anything else you need outta me?"

Finds-Stories shakes her head and without so much as a goodbye, goes to collect her dead raccoon.

Dillen waits until the woman is well out of hearing range before he growls out, "I want a fucking apology." As his words come from the darkness.

Kenneth puts forth a short 'later' to the woman's back, turning to go. If the Shadow Lord heard Dillen's growl, the galliard was duly ignored. He continues walking down the sidewalk in plain view.

Dillen comes out of the dark and follows Kenneth. "I said I want a fucking apology." As he walks faster to catch up with Kenneth.

Kenneth continues to walk for a bit more, before turning around. The lights of a passing car reflect off the Shadow Lord's irises, flashing grey. "Apology for what?"

"For what you said." Dillen says, walking up to him and glaring at him, looking right into his eyes.

"I say a lotta things," Kenneth replies evenly, matching the staredown.

His jaw grinds as Dillen growls out, "You know exactly what you fucking said." His fist balls up next to him. "Apologize."

"For What?" Kenneth retorts, still keeping calm. "I got nothin' to be sorry about. Or maybe you forgot what You said, talkin' all about that /gloom shit/."

"I didn't fucking insult you." Dillen steps in closer, anger right under the surface. "You insulted me, dammit." His hand comes up and pushes Kenneth.

Kenneth takes a step back at the push. But he doesn't push back with anything more than his eyes, still locked on the Get's. The Shadow Lord says nothing in return, though his jawline tightens.

The gaze holds. "What the fuck do you know about me and how I can raise a kid? Huh? Like you could do any fucking better. Probably run away from it. I'm sticking in, being a man about it. So fuck you." Dillen is right back up and in Kenneth's face, so close to hauling off on him.

Kenneth returns the Get's anger with a cold sneer of an expression. "You. You're a Garou. You /don't/ know shit about raisin' a kid," he replies slowly, simply. The Beast behind the veil in his eyes snaps, barred behind its icy black prison.

"You. Me. Barn. Now." Dillen manages to get out as he stands there glaring at Kenneth. "Because we wouldn't want to break something... Would we?" The words are growled and his body shakes as he holds it all back.

"You challenging me?" Kenneth asks, sweeping aside the question of the Veil. "'Cause if that's the case, throw down, bitch. I ain't walkin' to no fuckin' barn with you."

"You bet your ass I am." Dillen doesn't wait any further as he throws the punch at Kenneth's head, just as his knee comes up between the other's legs to crunch whatever the other has there.

Kenneth tries ducking the punch, though at such close proximity such things aren't as successful. The knee contacts with his midsection rather than his legs, but the halfmoon takes it. Nevermind dodging - the halfmoon grabs the galliard's leg into his arms and charges forward, yelling out in fury.

Dillen does his best to take the momentum and flips backward, carrying his leg with him and trying to rite himself and land on top of Kenneth, if it all works out right to pummel him with his fists.

Kenneth doesn't give the Get a chance, letting go as the galliard flips. He backs off, lips bared in a snarl, waiting on opportunity.

Dillen jumps to his feet as fast as he can. He stands his own ground, waiting for Kenneth to come at him. "C'mon." He growls out, taunting Kenneth.

"Tche," Kenneth snorts, not rising to the taunt. He just stands there, defensive. "You got any other tricks, or was that it?"

Dillen doesn't take that well and vaults after Kenneth, swinging a punch at the side of his head as he moves to the side and tries to pull him to the ground. If he gets him down, punch galore.

Kenneth lifts his arm to block the punch before it contacts, twisting with the galliard to keep on his feet and use the Get's momentum against him. It's another manuever in his arsenal of things learned in the past. A wrist hold, a twist, a throw off. Classic Aikido, if the galliard were to recognize it in the haze of anger.

Dillen spins away and gets a wicked gleam to his eyes. "Don't you fight? Or so you just squirm out of everything?" Dillen rushes again, just hoping to get a hand on the other, punches flying as much as he can throw them, getting ready to pounce on top of the other when he falls.

Kenneth continues to move and dodge, not replying quickly in his concentration on doing so. Though he hardly looks to be squirming, the Shadow Lord is difficult to land a punch on, given the area that they fight in. Almost like fencing, the philodox gives ground, working around his opponent. Then in a burst forth, the Shadow Lord blurs in an obvious use of his Rage and swings out a hefty toss for the galliard's face.

Dillen takes the punch coming right at him and focuses everything he can to throw the other back into where that punch will land. All of a sudden, he thrusts his head forward to meet the punch in the air.

It's a mean left hook. Kenneth's dominant arm, honed with natural athletic power, contacts with the galliard's face with a dull slap of flesh to flesh. But the followthrough is what is thrown off, with the halfmoon overextending just a little too much, leaving a split-second window of opportunity.

Dillen slams his hand into Kenneth's midsection, trying to throw him off.

That, finally, manages to put a solid smack into the halfmoon. Kenneth's eyes flash again with an angered, wild glare and he retaliates with a grab for the galliard's shirt and neck before he goes down.

Dillen pretty much leaps on the other, fists flying at Kenneth's face and head as the blood streams down his nose. Since Kenneth's hand is wrapped in his shirt, Dillen uses it and tries to at least dislocated his shoulder as they go down, showing it against his sternum.

Kenneth takes punch after punch into his face, but the attempt to dislocate his shoulder doesn't fly so well with him and he snarls. It's bloody, gutteral, and all feral. He grabs the galliard's wrist when his arm is grabbed onto, and bucks hard to yank the galliard to a side and roll on top.

Dillen digs his feet in and does his best to stay on top. One knee slams into Kenneth's side opposite where he is trying to pull Dillen to, doing his best to keep on top and the arm that is not held keeps punching at Kenneth's face.

The pair continue to tussle - an all out street brawl between the two Garou. The knee to his side only spurs the philodox on even more, and he gathers a fistful of the Get's shirt. This with the arm pull, rolls the galliard over for scant seconds. Then it's the Shadow Lord's turn to lay into the Get. Feral snarls rattle out of Kenneth as he stops punching and grasps the galliard's throat with both hands. Squeezing commences.

The philodox's hands are busy so Dillen takes the opportunity. He takes both fists and slams them on either side of his head, hard. While he still has breath, he keeps pounding.

Kenneth doesn't care about the punching. He cares about one thing - ending the fight. Maybe, from the look in his eyes even, ending Dillen's life. His hands squeeze even harder, crushing for a windpipe, fingertips digging their nails into flesh beneath the Get's supportive collar. The police don't come quickly in this part of town, no, but the fight continues on and eventually a few spectators that have gathered point out to each other the police. They scatter.

Dillen gulps and gasps for air. His legs come up under Kenneth and he wraps them around, squeezing as well, hard. His hands go right for Kenneth's eyes, pushing in, using everything he has left to get Kenneth to let go. Thank goodness for the collar, it gives him a little time.

Kenneth jerks his head side to side in effort to shake off the Get's hands that push at his eyes, but he doesn't particularly let go. His grip does loosen a touch, and finally all the way as he rears a fist back to smack the Get a good bruiser. Bwoop Bwoop. "Break it up!" comes the voice of the cop over his squadcar's megaphone. Red and blue lights flash.

Dillen doesn't stop. His fingers keep the pressure on Kenneth's eyes, his legs squeezing and hoping to crack a few ribs. The smack to his face just sends a spatter of blood into the air as Dillen's nose breaks fully.

Kenneth finally releases his grip on the galliard's neck, and grabs at the Get's wrists to pull back painfully, nails digging in hard like claws, scratching down hard, likely enough to draw a few specks of red out. As the fight doesn't break up, the policemen get out of their squad cars and hurry over.

Dillen rips his arms out of Kenneth's eyes and hopefully out of his grip. At this, he then tries to get to his feet, eyes still focused on Kenneth. He spits out a huge glop of blood onto the ground. Still hasn't seen the police.

Kenneth has to get dragged off by an officer, who clearly will stand for no random hooligan fighting back. Dillen is grabbed by the partner, strong and firm hands also meaning all business. "That's Enough!" the first officer barks out. That doesn't quite stop Kenneth quickly enough. He tries to turn around, but that causes the officer to slam him down to the concrete. "Don't even try it," the officer that grabs Dillen says. She hauls him up - or helps to haul him up and get him away from the philodox near frenzy.

Dillen pulls against the cop that has him, still high on the fight before he sees who has him and what is about to happen to Kenneth. He stills, looking at Kenneth, a growl slipping out between his teeth. His eyes still do not leave Kenneth as he is pushed to the concrete. "I'm fine." He speaks to the cop that holds him, trying to calm himself.

"No you're not," Officer Stoneridge says flatly, placing herself into view of the Get. Her bright eyes are practiced, and her voice commanding. "You're bleeding out from a broken nose it looks like, and you might get cited for disturbing the peace. Now step over here please, and talk to me." Kenneth is overpowered, and moreover, cuffed with a plastic tie to keep him that way. The crazed roll of his eye can be seen before the philodox turns his face away, panting and bleeding onto the sidewalk. The officer holding him down finally helps the philodox roll over, and sit.

Dillen casts a look over to Kenneth and then to the police woman. "Yeah, okay. Really. It's just a thing between me and him that got outta hand. He's my buddy. We were kid punchin and all, I got a little rough and we just kept going. Right, John?" He says back to Kenneth, trying to speak well enough to calm him down before one of the cops gets it. Still, he moves over to where the cop is taking him.

"Uh huh," Stoneridge replies, giving the Get a good eye-over. "And why is it that you two decided to pretend this was the WWE out on the street?" 'John' is either not listening, or not answering. The officer standing above him is talking cooly, but with all-business tones. Kenneth's head is bowed, and he's breathing hard still, but unmoving from the spot he sits in. People pass by, rubbernecking.

Dillen takes in a breath, trying to gain his senses back. "Just got outta hand. He said something, I said something." Dillen shrugs and looks to the cop, face a bloody mess. "Won't happen again. He's my buddy. Just, ya know. Anger and stuff. He said something about my girl." Dillen shakes his head, "Didn't set so well with me... And now, here. Right... John."

Officer Stoneridge narrows an eye at the Get. Then she pulls out a small pad and pen. The tip sets onto paper, and then she stops. "It'd better not," she says after another moment, putting pen and pad away. "This time it'll just be a warning. But next time, you and your buddy keep those words out and no fighting on the street. Understood?" She turns to glance towards her partner, who is still talking to Kenneth. The Shadow Lord is not saying anything, just listening. Finally, something the officer says causes the halfmoon to look up sharply and glare. As much as he can glare, given the way his eyes were nearly squished. Ken jerks his head away, and the officer looks to his partner. Stoneridge nods a couple of times, and reaches over to pat the Get on the shoulder. "Get yourself to a hospital." There's a bit of a pause after that mention, and then adds, "And bring your buddy John too. No fighting."

Dillen nods his head. "Yeah. Will do." He steps over to Kenneth and looks at The cop. "I got him now." Reaching down to help Kenneth up. "Let's get to the hospital man, we both need it." As he tries to help Kenneth, who no doubt will not let him, get past the cops.

Kenneth is helped up by both Get and cop, with The Cop cutting off the ties that bind the philodox's wrists before he allows the two to depart. Kenneth jerks his arm out of Dillen's grasp predictably, preferring to walk on his own. His eyes are red and puffy, teared but not with indication of crying. "Ease up," the cop says firmly after the Shadow Lord, before the two police go back to their squad car to make their report.

Dillen keeps walking with Kenneth, making sure to look like they are headed to somewhere for help. "Dude. You were awesome." He says over to the other, "If we could ever just put out shit aside, the baddies are gonna hurt." He says quietly. "Can you see?" He asks, keeping beside his packmate. A gaze goes back to the cops as he raises a hand to them.

"Shut up," Kenneth snaps, his irritation apparently unresolved. Bruised and battered, the philodox is still uncooperative. Rather than worry about his eyes, he rubs at his wrists where the ties were tight.

"Well, fuck you too. You know, I tried. You and I still have something to settle, but we will do it where we need to. Right now though, we gotta get away from them and look like we are going to the hospital. "You know, I got your back in a battle, but I am so gonna fuck you up." He looks back to see if the cops are still around, if not, he breaks off on his own and heads for the bawn and his hilltop.

Kenneth turns on his packmate, snarling, red eyes made more livid. "You wanna finish it? Fuckin' bring it. I don't give a Fuck what you care, or what those fucking cops care, I will /kill/ you. So Don't. Push Me." He glares furiously at the galliard, the calm after the storm just a tease before.

The squad car remains on the street awhile longer before it pulls away, headed away from the two Garou.

"You want to kill me, man?" Dillen turns around on Kenneth. "What the fuck did I ever do to you? Huh? Tell me. I didn't give birth to you. I didn't make you what you are. I didn't take Lucas from you. I didn't do shit to you but it always seems like you got some fucking chip on your shoulder against me. I always had your back. In all of it. What thanks do I get from you? Just like Brom, callin me worthless. You know what? Fuck you. Until you fucking grow up and feel like you can be a man instead of the world owes you something... get the fuck outta my way. I have things to do with my life. Like look after my child." With that, Dillen turns and walks away from Kenneth.

Kenneth watches Dillen walk off, trembling with fury, glaring daggers into the back of the Get. Then with a gutteral growl, he turns off and stalks rapidly away, pushing a bystander hard from his path and causing many more to sidestep. The philodox, it appears, has nothing more to say.