It's just a glimpse, but the two girls catch sight of a tall, black-clad, and heavily-scarred figure that moves through the evening crowds - parting them without any such gestures as moses might have used.

Renee isn't saying much, as she munches on her own burrito. While the two women are not nearly as physically daunting as the scarred man, they seem to be having the same effect on the people that surround them.

[Renee's (homid) desc
Renee stands at a height of 5'4 inches tall and is probably somewhere between sixteen and seventeen years old. The woman's doesn't quite reach her shoulders, is pitch black in color and dyed with striking blue highlights. Renee's eyes are a deep chocolate brown and framed by light olive skin. Hinting at some Italian, or possibly Asian ancestry, blended in with a primarily Caucasian background. When she speaks, the Gnawer's voice is rough and misused.
The Galliard is currently wearing a pair of baggie jeans, with embedded chains that outline her hips and clank as she walks. Her feed are shod in heavy combat boots, with steel toes. The woman's upper body is covered by a tight black top that ends right where a bra would and has Kiss My Ass' written across it in bright pink lettering. Her exposed belly is highlighted by a navel piercing with a small wolf's head hanging from it. Renee is also wearing a little more jewelry in the form of a stud in her left ear and a Bajoran' earing in her right. The entire ensemble is toped off with a black denim jacket that has at least eight pockets.]

Yi throws up a hand to wave at a few passerbys, calling a greeting as well as she passes on by a couple of thugs. The girl continues on, undisturbed until she passes by Alicia and Renee, totally missing them and heading towards another part of the street.

"Don't say Hi or nuff'n, ya asian floozy." Alicia says, canting her head upwards with a grin, glancing over to Yi as she walks by. Next, John snags her gaze and she lifts up a hand to wave to him. "Hey dude. Sup'?"

The Walker, walking, slows his pace to frown slightly. It smoothes over quickly enough at the recognizable tone and sight of his packmate - nearly replaced by a hint of a smile. The Elder decides he can probably make a detour to say a brief hello, and wanders over toward the familiar face and her friend.

Renee takes another bite out of her burrito, chews and swallows before looking up at the aproaching Walker.

"What?" Yi queries aloud, spinning and peering at whoever supposedly directed the comment at her back. Looking around a moment, she finally sees Alicia with a girl. Following the gaze to the big black-clad ahroun, Yi clears her throat. "Right," she says quietly, scooting over and nearing the ... wait is that? She peers closer, and her eyes widen to near incredulous proportions. "RENEE?"

"Renee? Pfft. Thats not Renee. This is Skidz, a buddy of mine." Alicia says in a drawl, calm, convincing as she drapes an arm around the Galliard's shoulders, giving a squeeze.

The Ahroun's reaction to Renee's new make-over is somewhat more subdued. His eyebrows crinkle upwards in an expression of sympathy warring with curiosity. She doesn't look that bad, really... if you like gangsta-girl, that is. No words from the big man, as he approaches, though.

Renee lifts an eyebrow and looks up at Alicia, before shrugging her shoulders and finishing off the last of her burrito.

Yi shakes her head in disbelief. "What in the world h..." Yi cuts herself off, peering further down the street through the crowds before scooting a little closer to the group and night time shadows.

Chuckling, Alicia slides her arm back and stands up, smoothing down her own baggy pants. "John." She says, tilting her head towards her pack leader with a greeting nod. Long distance to the room: Yi mans. Has this idea to cause trouble but really thinks that a full-full moon and three ragey Garou+1 would kill nearly anything she managed to inflict on the scene.

John gives a quick head-tilt to Alicia, and reviews Renee for a moment, before looking to Yi and giving her a similar greeting. "Nice threads, Renee. You look good." Not even a /hint/ of sarcasm in his voice. The Walker looks to Alicia. "Girl's night out?"

"Well, I dressed her up a bit. We've been talking about change an such, since Salem's challenge, and I thought this would be a good way to well.. enhance it a bit. I think she looks bitching, totally. Guys been staring at us all day. Girl got curves." Alicia says, proudly.

Yi says nothing while the two packies talk, eyes concentrating down the street and seemingly waiting for something. She makes an offhand comment about Renee's change of appearance being 'interesting' as well, though it's barely a whisper.

Renee wrinkles her nose, one hand coming up to lightly finger at one of her new earings.

John arches an eyebrow as he looks thoughtfully back at Renee. Sizing her up as a guy instead of as a rage-filled warrior of Gaia, leader of nine-foot tall, clawed beasts. He wrinkles his nose, and shrugs a little. "I can see that. Planning to go out and do some damage to some poor hearts, Renee?" No teasing in the tone whatsoever, he's merely curious.

Renee blinks in surpise at John's comment, then growls softly. Mostly to herself. "It ain't somethin' that I'm plannin' on doin'."

Alicia chuckles softly to herself. "You don't need to plan it to do it. Ya'know, nothing wrong with being a heart breaker if it gets ya a few meals. With a bod like that, you don't need to put out. Just kick their ass if they get too frisky."

John mutters darkly, as he looks around the streets. "Bitches."

"Hey!" Renee snaps, temper flaring up. "Whats yer problem, John?" She obviously feels that 'bitches' comment was directed at her and Alicia.

True enough, a car passes by on the street, a convertible with two guys whistling out to the pair of girls on the street. "Mm, eat it baby!" one catcalls before the vehicle speeds off westward on Elson. As the car reaches an intersection further down the street, Yi just melts into the shadow. "And don't kick the wrong ass, else they will come for you." They, being emphasized, as a small group of the local gang coming down the street on the Garou's side of the walk.

Blinking some, Alicia gives Renee a slight nudge of the shoulder, then rises up, smoothing down her camo pants, clicking her tongue ring about her teeth. At the sound of cat calling, she turns her head to watch the approaching gang, probably if anything, recognizing some of their members.

John watches the 'playas' absently, completely unaffected by comments from anyone nearby. "Women, in general, using their bodies to get what they want," he murmurs vaguely.

"Oh, an I'm certain' ya know all about that," Renee growls, just glaring at John. "Chill guys. Its a street term anyways, Renee. I call 'em bitches too." Alicia slides her hands deep into her pockets, shifting some as she eyes the approaching gang members warily. She slides a hand into her trench pockets, squinting.

The young Gnawer's ire slides off John with no effect whatsoever. He simply looks over to Alicia and murmurs, "I guess I'll be on my way." Approaching idiots are apparently about as noteworthy as an approaching streetsweeper.

As the small group approaches, they are joined by a couple more members. Just close enough to see under the grimy light of streetlamps, one of the guys at the head of the group walking motions with his head for the thugs to cross the street. He takes half of the group, 4 in all, ignoring traffic and stopping cars. The four left keep walking, fast approaching with black-handled knives very clearly clipped on their belts and bling decking some of them around necks and fingers. One guy sees Alicia and Renee, and another, John. "Hey, isn't that what's her name? 'Zona?" "Yeah, but lookit who she's with. Fuck, is that 'im?" "Nah, no way man. Or..."

"Or not..." the scarred Walker mutters under his breath, with a wry twist to his mouth. You paged Alicia with 'Make up a name. Someone you recognize from The Blades.'.

Renee tenses up, eyes tracking the movement of the gang members. The Gnawer's fingers twitch, flexing into claws.

"Yo Hector, you can always just talk ta' me, instead of 'bout me." Alicia says, actually ambling her way towards them, boots thumping heavily upon the ground. She looks calm, casual, knowing the leader quite well from when she an Nev' used to run cars for them. Then again, he cheated good o' Heccy' the last time they worked the southside and pissed off a few peeps. Thats water under the bridge, right? "Wassup? Ya always chill up in my turf like ya own it?"

"Yo! It is her! I rec'gnahz that smooth skin when I see it. Mm!" Hector looks the girl (or is it lay-dee) up and down, reaching over to give the galliard a quick hug. "Dayum shorty, you look nice. Who's yer girl-friend tha?" Even so, Hector very carefully avoids looking at John. In fact, he tries to ignore the giant ahroun. Oddly, Yi is nowhere in sight.

John looms.

Arms that was once laced with pocks of needles, is now budding with muscle as they wrap about Hector's form, giving him a thud hug in return, showing respect. "Yo." Alicia says with a wry grin. "My girlfriend? Thats my sis, Skidz. She owns the streets with me dude. She ain't for sale tho', got her'self a ruff'neck'niggah already. He treats her good." She states, leaning back. "What about you? Slapping da'bitches, jocking da'hos an all dat' shit?"

((From afar, to the room, John winces. A lot. ICly, too. "Oh, the pain of gangsta-speak."))

Renee cross her arms, fingers digging into her flesh as she watches things unfold. The Gnawer can feel the Rage bubbling inside of her, waiting for a chance to escape.

"Fuck man," Hector exclaims, giving Renee the Eye. "If yo' man ain't treatin' ya right, you know you kin ride wit me girl." To Alicia, he grins, white teeth splitting his dark face. "Nah, we'z huntin'. Some fucker went 'n ran off with..." Hector flashes a look at John's looming. He makes to spit out on the street, before resuming. "Anywayz, we's got a word out fer 'im. Some mutha jumpin' dealers on our turf 'n makin' off clean."

The Walker winces obviously at the alien speech emanating from his packmate. Looking pained, he sends a glance over Renee's way, and hitches one shoulder in a tiny shrug as he folds his arms. The gangsters are spared a look. "If you need a gun for hire, I'm cheap." The words are low in tone, but carry well. Utterly serious.

Understanding appears to dawn in Renee's eyes and she takes a look around, trying to locate Yi.

"Yah? Fuck dat' dude. Bettah' not let 'em give ya name a bad rep an shit dude. Peeps start thinking dey' can hussle ya, you'll be named street bitch." Alicia says, giving him a light punch in the shoulder. As John speaks, she turns her head, then glances at him, then back to the leader. "Yah. If ya want someone iced real good, thats the man. He's my homie yo'. We ride ta'gether an turn tricks and shit. He can fuck things up hella good."

John lifts a hand to his face, to hide the grimace.

Renee backs into the shadows, then turns and attempts to walk away. She needs to locate Yi and find out exactly what is happening.

Yi is -still- nowhere to be found. She slipped away somewhere.

Hector looks up towards John. Hector, though tall, is not quite as big as the Walker ahroun nor as intimidating. The thug grunts, as if not trying to insult anyone but definitely against the idea. "You sayin' we can't fuck up our own bitches?" he turns to Alicia, eyebrow arching. For a moment, Hector's damn serious.

Lowering his hand slowly, the Ahroun simply... smiles. Patiently.

"Dude, I'm saying if ya wanna blow some shit up an not have it pinned on ya ass when the cops come looking, dat' he is your man. Or ya fo'got what happened to Stan'Yo'Man?"

Alicia says, arms crossing once more as a gangster's smug pout forms upon her lips. "He went triggah'happy an ended up getting da' Five-Oh up on his ass. Ya'll ain't da' most subtle o'bastards when it comes to dealing buisness."

"It's fine, Alicia. A 'homey' needs his pride," John murmurs faintly, the smile fading away into a blank neutrality. Though his eyes don't leave Hector.

"Hey where you goin' beautiful?" one of the guys in the back calls over to Renee's back. Hector glances behind him a moment, before shaking his head. "We ain't blowin' shit up, Arizona. We're BEATIN' shit up. Word is the fucker knows how to fight, like fuckin' Jet Li fightin'. S'wah we got backup waitin' over there. This ain't gonna be no damn Romeo Must Die movie."

Alicia rolls her shoulders in a shrug, casting a dark glare over to the guy who called out after Renee. "Yo, dickhead, she's going where she wants to, aiight?" She says, huffing, before blowing away from hair from her face, looking to Hector. "Well then, good luck ah'guess."

Renee turns around to face the guy who called out to her, eyes flat. "Hey, wait a sec?" Renee rumbles, picking up on the conversation. "Ya already know where this person is?"

One of the four thugs in the back smacks the other to shut him up with a 'shut up bitch' hiss. The other relents, obviously not the one who's going to fight his higher ranked brother. "Yeah, maybe," Hector answers Renee, though he nods at Alicia. "Don' tell it to me. That fucka's gonna need all the luck 'e can get." Finally growing uncomfortable with all the Rage filing out of the Garou, Hector motions for the group to step around the trio and they keep going down the sidewalk. Once the four of them pass, the guy in the back looks back towards Renee, smiling stupidly like a guy who got close enough to a hottie and didn't get too beat up over it.

Alicia rolls her shoulders a bit, then glances over to Renee. "Anyways, ya ready ta' roll on outta here?" She asks, glancing to Renee, rubbing at her neck. "Oh, an see ya latah Hectah. Nice chatting wi'ya."

"Don't get horribly mauled or beaten to death, now," John adds in a friendly tone, watching the young gangers as they start to leave. He hasn't moved - save to turn to watch - and his arms remain folded.

"Yea, suppose so." Renee replies, watching the gangsters leaving. Switching her the Galliard's gift, mindspeak, the Gnawer speaks excusivly to John and Alicia. 'I'm gonna folle'em in lupus. They're lookin' for Yi.'

"Later," Hector answers back before leading the rest of the good squad further down the sidewalk. The thug gives John a meaningful over the shoulder glance before turning back around. No fighting with that guy. Hector seems smart. Smart enough to have stayed alive this long.

Yi, once the gang has gone, reappears from somewhere and makes like she's been here the entire time. "What are you talking about?" Yi asks in an unconcerned tone. Long distance to the room: Yi er. She's asking like she just stepped into the conversation. Deja vu... really.

Alicia blinks her eyes a bit, then glances over to Yi, squinting some. "Hey.." She says, making sure the Gang is out of hearing. "Did you piss off the Blades? They are out for blood."

Renee is visibly releaved that the other Gnawer is okay. "Whatcha been doin' Yi, ta get'em that pissed off? I know I saw ya runnin' from'em awhile back, after stealin' some pot. But that ain't enough ta get after ya they way they are now."

"Unless you do it three or four times," John rumbles wryly, watching Yi thoughtfully. Yi arches her brow at all the eyes suddenly on her. "I don't know what you're talking about," she claims, crossing her arms over her chest.

Alicia raises a brow at Yi, then swats her. "What the fuck girl, you smoking pot? Why the hell ya doing that shit for? I thought you was the one who was chewing me out for being all up in that mess when I was a cub."

That doesn't sit very well with Renee, at all. "Lay off, would ya?!"

"Each to their own," John grunts, unfolding his arms and letting hands slip into his coat-pockets. "It seems there's not going to be a fight. I'll be on my way, if no-one has anything important?"

Yi steps back to avoid the swat, hands dropping from folded position to the ready. "(Hey what the hell are you trying to do?)" she blurts out in Cantonese, temper flaring. It's a second before she checks herself from yelling and retaliating. After all, she's supposed to be the calm one right? Eyes glittering dangerously though, Yi says slowly, "I wasn't -smoking- it. And it's -not- me who has them angry. Any idiot who's learned how to fight can take down one of those kids. It's someone else, ok? I just happen to be there /after/ the fight happens and they see me."

Alicia huffs and rubs at her neck some, then blinks a few times. "Oh." She says, clearing her throat. "Well, still.. geez Yi. Just be careful, ok?"

Renee growls at Alicia, as she walks past the Gaian to stand beside her Tribesmate. "How about we head up ta Lyra's place an' hang out fer a bit, K?"

Hearing only bickering, John gives the group of girls a brief smile, and turns to continue on the path he was following minutes ago.

Yi shrugs, pulling at the edge of her flannel sweatshirt. "I've been careful. I just don't know where the real jumper is. Everytime I get there, the guy is passed out with a hit to the head. There's always some weird sticky thing left over mixed with the blood. Whoever it is, is good at getting away." The asian looks over at John, briefly, and then takes a deeper breath. "No thanks," Yi refuses the other Gnawer. "I need to be going."

Alicia watches John depart, then glances back to the two Gnawers, blowing out a breath. "Mmm.. Well, see ya then Yi." She says, pulling her jacket tighter about her body.

Salem stalks down Elson in his own personal stormcloud of full-moon irritability, hands buried in the pockets of his coat, boots striking the pavement at a brisk pace.

Renee says "Hey, Yi, canna come with ya atleast?"

Yi looks over her shoulder, eyeing Renee from the corner of her gaze. She then shrugs and nods once.

Renee follows the Asian Gnawer. "Don't forget Yi, we're family. If ya got problems, or somethin' weird is happenin' ya should let me help."

Alicia rolls her shoulders a bit. "Alright, I guess I'll be heading home then myself." She says to the two Gnawers.

Yi, perhaps stung that Alicia had actually tried to strike her, says nothing in her departing. Rather, she turns to Renee and shrugs. "If you see a man down in an alley with tentacle slime mixed in with his blood, let me know."

Renee wrinkles her nose. "I figured atleast that much, Yi." Looking over her shoulder at Alicia, Renee merely bobs her head before following the other Gnawer.