4/30/2004
Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (75% full).
06:38 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Medical Center, Near the Waterfront
From Riverfront Drive to Beaugregory Boulevard, the Hilliard Memorial Hospital rises, a massive building surrounded by well-tended lawns and tall trees. The Hospital spreads northwards to Hospital Drive itself; across Silver and Beaugregory from the hospital proper are research buildings and office buildings: billing offices, small medical libraries, and the rooms with classrooms and laboratories for medical students to learn and experiment. Along Riverfront, on its eastern side, food vendors have set up small stands which receive a brisk business in the noon hours, shaded under the trees lining the street. North of Hospital Drive, the administrative buildings continue, spreading another block or so north to I-90, which slashes across the city streets in an abrupt divider.
Contents:
Sean
Obvious exits:
St. Claire Zoo Denny's Hilliard Memorial Hospital Parking Garage Emergency Room J. Walter Wilson Labs Ramp to Interstate South North West
[look Sean]
Sean Riley, upon immediate observation, would appear a very well bred city boy. His looks are easily on par with a celebrity, and perhaps he is, who knows? He's pretty tall but not awkwardly so, and well build for a city guy, probably thanks to expensive gym equipment. His hair is short and spiked, of a dark black nature that offsets dark green eyes that border on hazel at times. His garb consists of designer clothes of a younger genre, trendy and sport and downright 'cool'. At times when his shirt may be off, the circular celtic knotwork of a tattoo can be seen on his left shoulderblade.
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Along the riverfront, the various food vendors are stepping into their night-shift business. Which is to say in truth, some are closing up shop. It's not the ghetto, but as most of their business comes from daytime lunch-getters, that leaves the riverfront as a section near the hospital where people can wander and look out over the river. It's here that Yi is found, stopped and leaning against a gate that's been set up to keep people from falling into the river.
Kent Crossing is a peachy place to live, but when you've been born and raised in Boston, sometimes you just need to inhale some smog. Sean is sporting his 'bad boy of the office' look, complete with a fine leather trench coat made of some other skin besides your normal old cow. Sheep? Maybe. He looks over the vendors he passes, green eyes observing their products as he goes - frequently having the vendors eye him with much more interest than he their wares.
Yi isn't immune to the effects of a pretty face either. Really. Nurses on break nearby immediately put heads together and try not to stare, and their whispering makes Yi shake her head slightly. Turning around, water bottle in hand, she takes a sip and nearly chokes on the reason why the nurses whispered. She sees Sean. Whoa. Now that's a Rare, rare sight around these parts.
The Gnawer isn't the only to think that there's a very fine specimen of the human race walking down the street. A few school-age girls point and giggle shamelessly, remarking how he must be a celebrity. Sean regards them with a practiced ignorance, getting that a lot. On down the street he strolls, hands stuck into his coat pockets.
Just her luck that he's coming this way. Yi has been working some of this block for a couple of hours now, always with her plunder stashed somewhere not on her person. Armed with just a half-drunken water bottle, she pushes off the grate and makes sure that her walk is in the general direction of Sean. Ok, admitting it to herself that he /is/ really pretty, and dressed very nicely, and she really shouldn't steal from such a handsome guy... but this is how she made her living when she was younger. And, for a practiced kleptomaniac, Sean is just aching to be a target. The Gnawer walks, and walks. It looks like she's just going to miss bumping into him.
Unfortunatly, as some of Stag's blood tend to be, Sean isn't the most observant on the block. That and he's probably used to people edging towards him on the street in the whole 'Oh I touched him!' sorta thing. Eyeing a stand of particularly tasty hot dogs, Sean goes to remove the wallet from his inner coat pocket.
Yi hms, not even really pausing a step as she notes where the wallet's location transfers. The vendor of the hot dog stand looks absolutely thrilled. "Hey, what can I get ya?" the collegiate student asks. Beside the register is a small plastic can with 'Help me get into med school' taped on it. Still, the hot dog vendor girl looks happy enough that she's got such a nice looking tip today. Yi, on the other hand, also sidles up to the stand and waits her turn. "Hi," she greets Sean, a commonplace politeness thing. Mm, mm, mm.
Sean holds up a finger to indicate one, glancing sidelong to the suddenly-appeared girl beside him. "Uh, hi." He replies, offering a half smile as he goes back to the girl. "Mustard, relish, and onions." He specifies, shifting the black wallet in his hand around. It's richly detailed with celtic knotwork in the form of what seems to be a Stag. He cracks it open, tugging out six dollars from a formidable stack of money.
"Oh, an onion man," the vendor laughs softly, getting out a pair of tongs and setting up the hot dog with practiced ease. "You're not one of the docs here are you?" asks the girl, decorating the dog with liberal amounts of topping.
Yi returns the smile, half-watching the interaction between vendor and customer. More or less her eyes stay on the customer. She's probably the one who is most out of place here, but no one's cared to come up to her and tell her to leave.
There's a laugh from the handsome young man. "Nah, I'm not that smart. Graphic designer, actually." Sean replies, offering a softer smile. "Sorry I can't get a word in for ya." He says, having taken notice of the cup.
The vendorgirl tsks sadly, gazing back down at the hotdog briefly to wrap it up gently. Much more gently than she usually does. She glances to the cup, but shrugs, still captivated by the pretty-boy. "Hey, if you come back once a week, that'd be enough for me." She laughs again. "Here you go. 3 bucks." The sign says 5.50 with toppings, but she must like the guy to let it go for plain price. "And what can I get for you?" This is directed towards Yi.
And while witnessing the attempted flirting, Yi just motions for 1 dog. "One, with relish." She just smiles, pleasant as can be and trying hard not to form any sort of relationship with her intended victim.
Sean chuckles and shuffles in his wallet a bit more, sticking this in and pulling this out. Instead of three or even the 5.50, he hands over a ten instead. "Keep the change, your cup looks a bit empty." He says with a grin as he goes to close his wallet and edges it back towards his pocket. Need empty hands to eat, right?
"Thanks!" exclaims the girl, beaming at the show of niceness and generosity. "Y'know despite all the doctors and people that work around here, they're really a bunch of stingy assholes." She shakes her head, wraps up Yi's hotdog which is a lot smaller than Sean's (perhaps because of less topping), and hands it to her.
Ah, there's the opportunity. Smiling like everyone else, Yi nods along. Her waterbottle transfers from her far hand to the other, she hands the 5 dollar bill to the vendor with a similar, "Please keep the change" comment, and receives her wurst. Then, as she makes to go off in the opposite direction of the kin, the slight brush against him leaves the waterbottle in his pocket, and the wallet in hers. Maaaaybe he won't quite notice. The waterbottle is a bit small.
Sean doesn't, and neither does the handful of people who's eyes are settled on the kin. Some brilliant lot St. Claires has, no? But the vendor, who is fumbling with sticking the money in the drawer (being she's not looking at it and instead at Sean), does. It takes her a few minutes to register what she just saw, but then she splutters out and Sean, who had been in the process of going for his hot dog, is finally given a hint. A hand goes to his pocket and finds something that's definatly not a wallet. Cursing, he whirls and takes off after the girl who's already got a head start, his trench coat a'fluttering behind him.
Yi is a fast walker. Especially, when she's carrying. Now normally, she wouldn't have objected to having such a handsome man chase after her. But, this isn't the right situation. Muttering her own curse as she looks behind her to see the guy coming after her, she too takes off and at breakneck speed. The hotdog of hers is stuffed in a pocket. No sense letting it go to waste, eh? Gnawers.
Sean is almost guarenteed not to be as fast as fast as the girl, but damned if he isn't persistant, probably due to his expensive and well designed footware. That, and considering him, he probably ran from the bullies a lot as a child. He grumbles and huffs out curses with a decidedly scottish-english accent, mustering up as much speed as he can which, all considered, is pretty average.
But Sean is lucky that they're not as close to downtown as a pickpocket would like. Nearer to the financial district than the alley, the danger of being in a fancier part of town is that the holes are less in quantity. Hence, the chase is on. Technically, Yi should've dropped the wallet on the way, but this particular wallet feels like it has a good take. One that's enough that she won't let it go. Glancing behind her every so often, she continues her run. Finding a part of Elson that turns down a narrower corridor, she slips in. Even if Sean can see her go in, she has a plan in mind.
Sean does indeed trail behind, but not so far as he can't catch just as she scoots into the side street. Huffing and scowling, he follows her trail, feet thudding against the pavement and sidewalk before skidding slightly as he whirls himself into the alley.
And... the alley is empty. Or, so it seems, at least, of human life. A rather large dog, half-hidden from view, glances back towards the kin briefly before trotting somewhat nonchalantly towards the end of the alley. Yes, it's a dead end. But, if it were any human, they'd think perhaps, the thief was hiding somewhere. There's a couple of garbage cans and boxes nearby, beside a recycling dumpster for paper. No, it doesn't make too much sense that a stray would be searching for scraps here. But, it might be just enough.
Sean pauses as he sees no wallet-snatching girl. Frowning darkly, he stands at the entrance, looking first left, then right. Well he didn't hear any metal clashing, so she's not /in/ a can or the dumpster. So, he'll just stand right here and wait. She can't stay behind the dumpsters forever. And while he waits, he settles his eyes on the dog.
Three-Blades licks at her muzzle. The sudden shift to lupus was a little jarring, but now she's stuck here. With the prettyboy. Doesn't sound like there's anyone hear, with the occassional passing of a car along Elson. Having assumed the semi-domesticate face of a canine, now she considers her dilemma. He's not leaving. Maybe he'll go away if she barks at him. So she does. Her ears flick forward, as a sign of aggression.
Sean doesn't seem too bothered by the dog, but then, he's had worse things bark at him before. Big, scary, Amazon ones. He squares up his shoulders, fixing his eyes on the animal in typical human fashion of the dominant man over the subordinate beast. "...the fuck are you, her pet?" He mutters mostly to himself.
Three-Blades thinks to herself, stopping the bark ploy. He's a tough nut to crack this one. Fine. Maybe he'll just let her go, and she'll come back for the wallet later. So she starts towards him, head low, posture neutral. It's when she's coming closer that the scars on her body are a little more apparent to the eye, and her wolfish features come a little more into view. The chain jangling on her neck clinks quietly as she trots towards the Kin.
Sean slowly takes note of all of these, especially the chain. Being the rich guy he is, of course he'd take note of jewelry. Especially on a girl. Slowly a grin crosses his face as he regards her, crossing his arms across his chest. "If you wanted a hot dog, ya coulda just asked." He says, not to himself or anyone else, but the dog. Or is it?
Three-Blades glances at the man, and any kinfolk who's been around Garou would recognize that look of understanding on a lupus. Not particularly realizing that she's giving herself away though, the raggie thinks to herself that perhaps he's trying to get a response out of the phantom girl who's supposed to be hiding behind a dumpster. She gets closer, and squeezes herself to one side of the alley. Slink, slink, slink.
Sean clears his throat loudly and continues to watch the slinking lupus. "Give it back." He says, voice dropping a tinge. There's no misunderstanding in his eyes. He knows what she is, and he's not in the least afraid. Okay, maybe he is being he has no idea how she'll react, but caution is different from fear.
Ok, that's definitely recognition. But, even Yi is a smart one, and she stops her slinking as the unmistakeable tone of voice in Sean's words is clear. Damn. Of all the luck, she gets nabbed by a Kinfolk! Her ears flicker forward then, and the lupe huffs out a brief sigh. Backing up a couple of steps, she turns around and trots back behind the dumpster. The shift back is obvious, and takes but a moment, but soon Sean sees the thief again in her human form. She rummages about in one of the recycling boxes, and takes out the wallet, and the hotdog.
Sean waits patiently until she shows her face again, dipping his chin to gesture to the wallet she holds. "Shoulda taken a closer look." The cover of the wallet, at closer inspection, is a truely confusing, twisting mass of interlace that forms the leaping body of a stag. So deeply intertwined it'd render a headache to anyone who couldn't recognize it right off is the small glyph of the Fianna.
Yi looks down at the wallet, eyes going around and around on the design before even she finds the glyph of the Fianna. "Oh, (bleep)," the ragabash mutters, embarrassed firstly, and secondly hoping that Sean isn't actually a Fianna of some other sept come to visit in the city. "I'm sorry for trying to steal from you." The wallet is offered back. "You are... Fianna?"
Sean takes the wallet back and secures it in his pocket, offering the water bottle back in exchange. "Eh, don't worry about it. Not the first time it's happened." He says with a faint sigh. "Name's Sean Riley. Fianna, but the non-fuzzy variety. I leave that to the rest of my family."
Yi takes the water bottle hesitantly, but gives the Kinfolk a true bow of her head in apology. "Yi... Yi-Ling Song, of the Bone Gnawers. Ragabash," she adds. Straightening, she runs a hand through her hair. It is a bit awkward. Considering, she's facing one of the most beautiful men she's ever seen on the face of Gaia, well, her features quirk on one side. "As a word of advice - don't keep your wallet in an outside pocket."
Sean laughs at her suggestion and nods his head, looking sheepish. "Normally I don't, just sometimes I end up slipping it into whatever pocket's open. Mebbe this'll force me to break the habit... or buy a chain to put it on."
Yi shakes her head. "Chains are too easy." Glad that he's not going to be particularly angry at her, the ragabash seems more amiable. Hard not to be. "Have you been in the city long? I should think I would have heard more... but then, I haven't been keeping up with news."
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