ONS: My First Ghouls
3/18/2006
07:00 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (72% full).
It is currently 18:50 Pacific Time on Sat Mar 18 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is partially cloudy. The temperature is 45 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the southwest at 8 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.11 and steady, and the relative humidity is 65 percent. The dewpoint is 34 degrees Fahrenheit (1 degrees Celsius.)
Alley(#1718RAJ)
Tall tenements to either side block most of the light from this narrow alley. Two flimsy doors open to the alley, leading up small flights of stairs from basements to either side. The rows of trashcans stand at attention like little battered knights, just returned from a losing battle with the town's strays, homeless, and drunks. The dead end of the alley is actually a bit cleaner than the surrounding area, most stray trash cleared away, and a new cardboard box spreads over the concrete.
The end of the alley opens out onto the main street.
Contents:
Savages-Enemy
Masao
Dillen
Obvious exits:
Stairs Street
Dillen makes his way through the streets. The things you go out for on late nights when you have a new baby. A phone call sends him out looking for something in particular. His hands are shoved down and into his pockets and he keeps his head low to keep from meeting anyone's gaze for too long.
The Ahroun is curled up in lupus on a doorstep in front of a shop that has closed a few hours earlier. His ears are tentively perked as he looks both ways down the street.
Taking a downward route, Masao is quietly squirreling her way down a fire escape that follows the side of one tenement building. Pausing at the last landing before the ladder, she perches on the corner of the railing like a vulture. Hands grip the metal lightly for balance as she settles into a crouch to survey the area.
This is a tough side of town. There's nothing here that says the streets care for those that are stuck living on them. Saturday night has fallen quicker than the bat of a demon's wing. The grimy streetlights have come on about a half-hour before sunset, some of them flickering weakly. A quiet figure dressed in jeans and a dark grey hoodie walks quickly, hunched over in an obvious concealment of his face as best as he can make it. This young man couldn't be more than a few years over 20. But, he's not incredibly out of place either, at least as much as a white guy in a largely minority ridden neighborhood could stick out. He passes right by the wolfdog without a second look, and approaches the alley which Masao climbs down the tenement's fire escape from. Only, when he looks up and spots the Gnawer ragabash sitting there, strikingly blue eyes looking up with an air of twitchy paranoia, the man turns right around and keeps on walking out of the alley like he hadn't seen her.
Dillen continues down the road. "Stupid Marshmallow cookies." He says to himself, lifting his head to check out the area some. He stops at the door of a store, only to check the door and find it locked. "Shit."
Savages-Enemy rises as the man passes by like a guard dog suddenly put on alert. He doesn't growl, in fact even if he did he would not be heard. The Gnawer's appearance doesn't looks a bit out of place in this neighborhood. The bigger and meaner dogs around here, the better. He watches the man carefully as he disappears into the alley and then comes back out again.
Masao raises both eyebrows slightly, watching the blue-eyed man until he is perhaps a second or two out of the alley. Critically eyeing the ladder to the street, the small Gnawer opts for a more direct route down. Crawling over the railing, she dangles from the bottom of the landing for a second or two before letting herself drop to the alley below. After a slight hesitation to gauge how loud her descent was, she moves to the alley mouth to peer after Mister Paranoia.
Mister Paranoia, as it were, keeps walking with a stiff legged pace. On occassion, he glances behind him. And once he sees Masao come out of the alley he just left, he walks Even Faster. A couple of cars pass on the street, one of them with a stereo turned up quite loudly. Its bass sends lupine ears rattling.
Dillen looks up just in time to see Masao head down the alley. He raises a brow and begins walking that way, if for nothing else than to say hello to her. His hands are still shoved down into his pockets as he walk.
Savages-Enemy flattens his ears back when he hears the bass rattling in the car coming down the street. It distracts him only for a second before his eyes shift back to the nervous looking man. The Ahroun remains were he is standing, watching like a territorial beast.
Masao doesn't acknowledge the passing cars, their noise a familiar background throb on nights like this. She makes no move to follow the man past the alley, instead turning her head to look in the opposite direction. Dillen's approach catches her attention and the Get is given a nod until he's closer for words. Hands fold across her stomach and disappear in opposite sleeves to stay warm.
The car passes on by, rattling away, followed by the second. Both continue on down the street. Another car, coming from the direction Dillen came from on the street, drives past at a slowish clip, and ears can make out the lyrics popping up from the inside: o/` Don't worry... be happy... o/` sung by the original Bobby McFerrin. The car passes by Mister Paranoia, and he stops dead in his tracks, staring after the car. In a matter of moments, Mr. P wheels around and looks around with jerky, bird-quick motions of his head this way and that. Soon he bolts right into the street, narrowly getting missed by a different car coming the opposite direction. The loud horn blares out quickly, but he's not paying attention. The guy bolts into an alley across the street, disappearing into the dark. The car with the Happy song slows, pulling over to a nearby empty parking meter.
Automatically, Dillen sees the man and gives him a stern look. His eyes go to Masao and he gives her a nod. "What was that about?" As he is already heading in the guy's direction, checking out the car as he goes by.
Savages-Enemy watches Dillen, although he is soon darting across the street after the car has passes. He looks both ways before madly dashing across the street and makes a start for the adjacent alleyway.
Well! It's not every day you nearly witness a suicide, even by the most inept of jaywalkers. Masao's head turns sharply at the sound of a horn, eyes sweeping the street and narrowing in on the running man. Frowning, she lifts a shoulder and moves to trail Dillen at a reasonable distance. "Dunno. Somethin's up, though." The darting shape of her tribemate gets a widening of eyes and a quicker step. "Gonna be more up in a sec, I betcha."
The man has disappeared into the dark alley. Savages is quite bold to be running across the busy street, almost getting his tail whacked off by a speeding Civic. The ahroun makes it across no worse for wear, however, able to pass into the alley without so much as a second look by anyone else. The car parked on the meter sits there a little while longer as the Happy song finishes, and the car turns off. Doors open, and out of it spill three looking toughs - two guys, and a girl, all dressed in leathers and jeans. The driver, a rather large looking black guy with shaved head, barks out some words to his two companions. The passengerside is a tallish Latina, her hair done up in a bun with two glittering metal sticks through it to hold the style. She's chewing on something, gum, popping it in her mouth. Her makeup is ridiculously goth. The third passenger is also Latino, with spiked black hair and a jacket that sports a design on the back which looks like a twisted version of the Bacardi Bat. The three of them wait for a brief pause in the passing cars, and cross the street as well.
Dillen runs a hand through his hair and looks towards the group that gets out of the car. He nods to Masao, a sign to be ready in case something goes down. He sees Aaron and chews the inside of his cheek some. "Be ready." As he keeps heading for the alley.
Masao's eyes narrow at the group getting out of the car, noting the design on the back and scowling. Jogging a little until she's within closer earshot of the Galliard to speak again. "Same for you. I know that sign. Local gang, small but not messed with much." She casts a glance around the environs to check if there's anyone else wanting to join those about to rock.
Savages-Enemy isn't hesitant as he ducks into the alleyway, although he keeps as much to the darkness. The Gnawer squeezes himself between the dumpster and the wall of the building.
Inside the alley, Mr.P's scent is faintly detectable over the scent of the garbage, piss, and oh-god-*hork* that's in the alley. The equally quiet sound of the man's quick pants is heard by the ahroun's ears only.
Once are all across the street, Dillen and Masao are the first into the alley. The group of three are chatting it up, with only various snippets of conversation detectable. "Think the lil' shit's gonna keep runnin'?" "Na chica, not after tonight." "*low laughter*"
Dillen runs a hand over his chin, tongue running across his teeth. He doesn't say anything but he looks to Masao with a short tic of his head towards the darkness of the alleyway. A quick look down the alley as he tries to guage where the bullies are and where the "shit" is.
Masao makes a small movement that might just be a nod and edges up against one wall before moving further into the darkness in front of her. Any obstacles in her path are carefully moved around to offer as little noise as possible.
Savages-Enemy can hear where the nervous man is, he can smell him by his fear and the sound of his heavy breathing. His ears flicker with the new smell that has flooded the alleyway with the introduction of the three new bodies. He slips to one side of the dumpster and waits for the right moment up jump out and attack the man with the two chicks.
Mr. P is somewhere further down the alley, trying his damnedest to be quiet and keep himself from being seen. Everything is tense, as even the trio has gone quiet. They haven't entered the alley yet, instead standing around the mouth of it. "'Ey Eliot! We know you in there," calls the Latina. "Don't /make/ us go in there, man, 'cause you gonna regret it if we gotta! You gonna come on out like a nice little boy, or are we gonna have to do it the hard way?" Everything in this woman's voice screams of confidence, clear streetwise slang and intimidating timbre.
Dillen steps into a part of the alley so he is easily seen. "Don't you think that three on one is a little lopsided?" His voice also reeks of confidence. He gives a shrug and looks at the three, "Or do you get your kicks outta beating up one guy. Seems a little worthless to me." A slight scratch of the side of his head, "Or maybe you get your rocks off that way. Never know." His eyes never leave them, making sure he is all they see in the alley.
Masao stops dead about halfway down, stiffening at the woman's tone and almost turning around. The thick tension almost brings a growl out of her, but she stifles herself and moves a bit further in before pivoting to face the mouth of the alley. Licking her lips quickly, she lets the corners of her mouth itch up into a sharp grin and waits.
It may be a serious situation but when Dillen steps into the alleyway and begins shooting his mouth off, the wolfdog lolls out his tounge in amusement . He waits until the three have their back turned before he steps out into the open.
"What'd you say?" barks back the Latina girl, eyes flashing as she looks Dillen up and down, evaluating him. "Some scrawny ass lil shit like you, where the fuck'd you come from eh?" The gothic looking woman strides forward, her fishnets and heavy combat boots rasping. But when she strides right up to Dillen, she's almost as tall as he is. Either way, she gets right up in his face. "I don't recall your face 'round here, pendejo." The other two have followed the woman in, and more importantly, they don't pay a goddamn penny's worth of attention to Dillen at all. They walk right past him.
Dillen stares right into her eyes. "Tell you what. You and your little boys head on outta here and leave the kid alone... For good and I will make sure that you are not face down on the ground and your boys don't have broken noses." He's confident and gives a rather feral grin to the woman. "Trust me. It's gonna go down."
Masao listens to the exchange intently while checking to make sure she's as hard to see as possible. That done, she slides up into Glabro and flexes her hands a few times as she waits for the guys to get closer.
Savages-Enemy shifts from foot to foot as he looks down the alley further and then looks towards the mouth as the Latina girl gets in Dillen's face. He seems to give it some thought for a moment as he tries to determine where Masao had gone, having heard her voice before. He gives it about fifteen seconds before he comes out quickly from the corner and leaps out to attack the Latino man closest to him, going for his neck.
For all of Dillen's fierce grinning and eye-staring, he doesn't seem to have much effect on the street-tough chica. With a rather coquetteish smile back, the girl looks Dillen straight in the eye, getting up real close. "Tell you what..." she breathes quietly in a seductive whisper. Before Dillen has a chance to wipe that grin off his face, the Latina does it for him. WHAM, right into the privates. And as he's bending down by sheer reflexive action, up comes up her palm to the chin, knocking him up and then down flat on his back. The pain is hot, licking the flames of Rage up towards his mind. "No!" finishes the woman, as she spits her gum out on the galliard and walks past him into the alley after her companions. The wad gets stuck in his hair.
The pair of toughs walking into the alley are just about to pass the dumpster, when out of nowhere Savages bolts out and attacks the nearest target. With a cry of surprise, the man lifts his jacket up just in time to save his neck. The ahroun gets a mawfull of leather instead, and it's the good, tough stuff. But then, with a huge stare of anger from the black eyes of the Latino man, the ahroun finds himself whirling disorientedly in the air, his jaws still locked on the guy's arm, and soon he's bodily crushed into the brick wall of one of the tenements. The blow is stunning, and makes the fullmoon loosen his grip as he slides off the Latino's arm with just a short shake.
Dillen is on the ground, holding his hands at his crotch and trying to hold down the rage that flickers. "Fug." He breathes out hard and shakes his head, trying to get it all outta his mind.
The Ahroun suddenly finds his teeth not settling into the man's jacket but retains his grip until he is thrown against the brick wall. He slumps to the ground and gives his head a shake to try to clear the ringing in his ears.
As two branches of hell erupt like lightning, Masao chuckles darkly and focuses her concentration on the black guy. Her shape gets fuzzy and hard to see beyond what the darkness provides before she moves. Dancing out from the dumpster she was using as cover, the Ragabash comes just close enough to her chosen target to growl "Boo!" and get ready to move out of the way.
The Latina chick is still laughing, when Masao out of nowhere jumps out at the largest of the three, a six foot or so black man in leather jacket and jean, as his Latino counterpart. He starts as any other person would when surprised. But it's just not enough to scare him, not in this darkness. Darkness that he seems /quite/ at home to. There is, though, a clear comprehension in the man's wits as he stares at the Glabro'd ragabash. In moments, though Masao dances away from him, he pursues at a clip that seems too fast for the eye to follow. She's grabbed by the nape of her neck and no small amount of hair, and in splitsecond after, also slammed headfirst into the dumpster with a white hot fire that impales itself into her back. "Get Eliot, and get the fuck out of here," he snaps out at the other two, who have come to see what's going on. One look at Masao, though, and they act quick. The Latina chica pulls loose her hair bun sticks, while the Latino man leaves the dog where it lies. They proceed further into the alley now, definitely on the hunt. The black man stays on Masao, bringing his knife close. "Move and I'll kill you," he breathes into her slightly pointed ear.
And what comes at them is a growl. A crinos Bloods-Bane launches himself at the black man, dragging his claws along the asphalt as he does so. He's fueled by rage and anger right now... And the fact that his two friends are being hurt.
Savages-Enemy tries another tatic, although as he sees Bloods-Bane suddenly shift, the wolfdog rolls back onto his feet and growls in silent furstration. Now they are going to have to kill all the witnesses, thanks to the fucker who screwed them all over. The Ahroun is suddenly very pissed off, but he manages to keep down his rage and let the scene unravel a bit as he also gets his gift to activate with some concentration.
The progression of attack manages to throw Masao completely off, the confusion at the black man's speed and the pain in her back culminating in a garbled snarl of pain and surprise. She clings to the dumpster for a moment or two, moreso when the others' growls reach her ears. "Move? I won't have to move...." she murmurs before growling in Mother's Tongue. ~SILVER! At least one has silver!~
"Shit!" It's unclear who exclaimed it, because in the next few seconds, the huge Get crinos is upon... the Latino man. He got in the way. The galliard's claws slice down, and tear out a good chunk of the man's chest, therefore ruining the nice jacket he had. And yet, he still seems capable of still moving, for a human. Or he would be, except now he too is bulking up to an incredible size of muscle that strains against the jacket. The man charges the crinos, slamming one fist, then another, into the galliard's abdomen. Crinos stamina actually takes a good brunt, but the Get can feel his lower ribs actually fracture. It's the other attack - the black man's - as he jerks himself up off of the ragabash and charges forward at the crinos with a wild cry. The blade he wields finds flesh and sinks into it with an incredibly painful burn only just barely dulled by the Get's gift to resist.
The Latina is back tracking, disappearing quickly into the dark of the alley, chopsticks in one hand each. The distinct scent of honey, sick and sweet, seems to mingle into the disgusting mix of the alleyway.
Savages-Enemy perks to attention when she hears Masao, his claws racking across the pavement as he shifts up into hispo. No more fucking around, he means business now. He sides out of the alleyway, quickly sticking to the shadows as much as he is able before he takes another attack on the black man, his jaws aiming for the weapon in the man's hand while trying to drop him.
Pain and Rage combine in the Ragabash as the presence at her back is gone and she is free to move. Stumbling a bit around to the side of the dumpster for its cover, Masao swells up into Crinos and goes hunting the chopstick-wielding Latina.
Bloods-Bane brings his claws into play, striking out at the man that just stabbed him.
Not one to just stick around and /wait/ for a crinos to swipe at him, the black man ducks down to avoid the attack easily. What he doesn't see until it's too late, is the hispo that comes out of the side and chomps down on his knifewielding hand and tackles him down under a couple hundred pounds of weight. The nearwolf's teeth sink in straight through whatever pathetic protection the leather of his jacket would form now, and with a yell of pain he drops the knife with a clatter. The Latino man, at least he's smart too. Stumbling forth, he grabs the knife as it clatters on the ground, and stabs it deep into the side of the Gnawer ahroun attacking his companion. It Burns like a firebrand, and the blade sinks in so deep, with all the struggling it snaps off inside the body of the ahroun, burning him as long as it remains.
Masao's hunt for the Latina chick doesn't take long, as she can hear the heavy thudding steps of the Latina running down the alley. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," comes a quiet male's voice as the ragabash gets closer. The Latina manages to spot Eliot though, and she screeches to a halt. She seems momentarily torn between dealing with two definite needs for her attention.
~Come and play, bitch. Come play with someone your own size!~ Leaves-None snarles after the Latina, ~Come on, you taco-munching, burrito-brained, border brat!~ It matters not to her if the woman can understand her, it gives the Gnawer drive. 'Eliot' and his mutterings earn only a slight shift in her path as she heads a bit more towards him as she closes on the woman and her chopsticks.
Bloods-Bane growls and goes after the Latino, claws blazing about and trying to bring him down with a slash to the face and neck. A one two slash with his claws.
Takes his mind far from the pain once the Latino man is distracted by Blood-Bane's attack, Savages uses this moment as an opportunity to claw and bite the black guy, trying to take his life before the Gnawer is able to help himself out of the pain that burns in his side. As soon as he is able to succeed, he will stumble back and shift.
The pair of toughs don't last long under the onslaught of attacks by the Gaia warriros. Claws slash, in, out, and in a matter of just those few seconds the enemies are deader than dirt, life fading out of their respective cold eyes.
"Come on, puppy," taunts the Latina as Masao's snarls get directed at her. "Mami'll make you feel real nice..." Then, quickly, again with that swift Rage-like speed, the Latina launches herself towards the Gnawer ragabash. One silvery looking hair needle sweeps forward, scratching deep into the ragabash's face and cause it to bleed profusely, as well as burn. The Latina gives off a wild cry, having gotten at least one slice in.
Savages-Enemy stumbles back against the dumpster where he shifts as soon as he is able into homid. He grits his teeth as he rips off a strip of his shirt and pulls the silver blade out from his side. The whispering curses that come out from his mouth are a little less than proper.
Responding in kind, Leaves-None lashes out with two paws worth of claws at the woman. The burning pain adds fuel to an already raging bonfire of fury as she puts all of her efforts into shutting the woman up permanently.
Bloods-Bane growls low and begins to stalk towards the woman, rage in his eyes and fury on his mind.
The two attacks out of the ragabash are only barely seen coming. Given the light fur, and all, the Latina ducks away from the first, but the second is what gets her as she tries to charge in and stab the ragabash through the eye. The needle comes close - Very, very close - to the pupil. But then it falls, and clinks lightly onto the ground. Two clinks. The ragabash's claws protrude from the midsection of the woman on the other side, hidden by the light jean jacket. Then, still with that smile on her face, turning bloody with the amount of vitae dripping out, the woman slumps slowly to the ground as a deadweight against Masao's form. Somewhere, out of the corner of the ragabash's eye, a hand gropes for one of the needles that have fallen at her large cream colored paws. Mr. P, trying to get himself a weapon however pathetic, to defend himself.
Aaron shifts swiftly back into hispo and charges for the remaining witness who is left. There is no opportunity to save his life now that the veil has been breeched in his presence. The Gnawer tries his best to end the man's life swiftly before he can do anything to Masao standing right in front of him.
Leaves-None growls sharply and kicks at that hand with one paw, indiscriminate in whether she hits the man or not at this point. The rest of her efforts go to heaving the body off of her claws so she's not weighed down by it anymore.
Bloods-Bane reaches to check his chest. He's having real trouble breathing now as he shifts into homid, "WAIT!" He yells out and starts for the kid, trying to protect him. He hopes the human form will keep him from being attacked by the kid.
Eliot flinches, completely aborted in the attempt by the kick. He scrambles back, staring at the crinos, staring at the incoming hispo... at Dillen, speechless.
Aaron jerks to a stop, although he is frustrated with the Fenrir that if he could, steam would be coming out of his nose when his nostrils are flaring. He puts up a defensive position, What? The pissed off look on the full-moon is clear.
Leaves-None dumps the body to the floor and crouches over the weaponry, ducking her head and willing herself to calm down enough to shift back to Glabro. ~He's seen too much. We can't risk it.~ She relays, watching Eliot through the curtain of her tufted hair and pinning him with her eyes for now.
Bloods-Bane looks at the boy, holding a hand up in a 'calm down' gesture. "What were they? What did they want from you? Tell me. I can help." As he looks at the boy. "I can't stop them for long, talk to me." He clutches at his chest, taking deep breaths between words. He holds a hand up for Masao to calm herself for the moment.
Eliot, Mister Paranoia, swallows down. The longer he stares at Masao with those bright baby blues, the more pathetic he seems. But there's clearly understanding in his eyes. He knows. He has indeed, seen. "They wanted to take me back," he utters in answer. "I can't go back... but they'll keep looking. Because I'm the same. I'm..." he breaks off in a whimper, a shudder, one that reeks like a druggie undergoing withdrawal. Then Eliot surges up to his feet, also at the same eye-impossible speed. But he makes no attack. He's there, standing, shivering. "Kill me, before the vampires do. I know I'm gonna die..."
"I just don't want to become one of them," Eliot adds, in a quiet voice.
"As you wish. Rest in peace." Dillen nods his head. He reaches for the sides of the boy's head, shifts back into crinos and then gives it a quick snap, effectively breaking his neck.
Despite the bravado displayed, Eliot can't help but stare up in terror when the Get shifts back to the Garou warform. As grey furred arms envelope his head, the man's arms come up to stop him, only too late. There's a sickening crack, and the man also slumps.
Masao's eyes narrow sharply and she inhales sharply as Eliot stands. However, pity of a sort steals over her featrues as she listens and bears witness to the fulfilment of that last request. "Gaia have mercy on you, man. Hope you get a better shake next time 'round." she says quietly, then looks at the other two as the pain edges into her expression. "Where's Mr. Clean when you need 'im?"
Savages-Enemy shifts up into crinos, the Ahroun not upset with man as much as he suddenly becomes angered at Dillen. You didn't ask him where their hide out was? There is no word for how suddenly upset the Gnawer is at this moment and even in his pain, he smashes his fist into the brick wall next to him. He certainly breaks his hand in that instant. He signs quickly at Masao, 'Tell him that wasn't questioning... fucking jackass! Fucking Nazi-bastards and their last word!' The Gnawer Ahroun retreats out of the alley in homid. Whatever cleanup needs to be done, they will have to handle themselves before Aaron thralls.
Dillen reels around on Aaron. "Calm yourself. Now." He grinds his teeth and glares at Aaron. "There are better times than now to settle this." Dillen shakes his head and turns back to the bodies. "Got a lighter, Masao?" As he holds his gut.
Masao winces a bit at her tribemate's outburst and wipes a hand across her eyes, wincing as she brushes her cut face. "Nnnng. So not playing go between tonight. So not doin' it." she mutters, then glances up at Dillen from her crouch. "No...shit! If I can find a payphone, I can get Yi over here."
Dillen shakes his head, "Do it." He nods to the gnawer.
Odeon - Lobby(#4049RJ)
The Odeon's lobby is testament to a faded and perverted glory. The deep crimson carpet is thick in places but in others stubbly as velveteen, and the rich pattern of tangling flowers is everywhere marred by dark stains. The walls are clothed in kingly purple tatters of wallpaper, and covered with faded posters featuring women and men in various states of undress, posing with various degrees of tastelessness, and screaming out titles like "Male Service", "Bang Bang: a Sexual Explosion", and "A Slip of Her Tongue" in garish lettering. There's no light in the room but what comes in from the street, and during the day the actresses look grey and ghoulish, and the bright reds and purples of the room faded and dusky; and at night, the place might as well be covered in thick black paint.
Immediately in front of the entrance is dull matte turnstyle which no longer turns, where once tickets were taken. To the right are a pair of doors which some joker has labelled "Pimps" and "Hos" with red spraypaint: these are the washrooms. To the left are a pair of doorways which lack actual doors, and opposite is a grand set of boarded doors which lead into the theatre proper.
Please check +view for further description.
Contents:
Masao
Obvious exits:
Upstairs THeatre Street
Hauling the Odeon's door open, Masao holds it long enough for Dillen to get a hold before she shuffles inside. Once a few feet into the dim interior, she makes a relieved noise and rubs the back of her neck. "Gawd, what a fuckin' night."
Dillen grumps through the door. "Need to tell your buddy to chill out." He's holding his get to keep from bleeding any more. Once inside, he finds a wall to slump against. "He shouldn't have attacked before they did... Don't care what they were." He pulls off his leather and t-shirt. "Fuck." As he looks at his chest, rasping breath coming out of his broken ribs. "Thank Gaia I can't feel a damn thing."
Masao snorts and hefts the bandage kit in one hand, wincing as the movement strains the muscles across her back. "Yeah, yeah, I'll yell at him later when he's not as likely to give me a permanent smile somewhere other than m' face." Kneeling next to the Get, she pokes about in the kit and wrinkles her nose. "I can probably get you taken care of here. I ain't no Clara Barton or shit, but I can do my best."
"Whatever. Never been hit by silver before." Dillen pokes at the wound, and then releases his gift to know the full extent of his wounds. "Oh fuuuuuck." As he slides back to the ground. "Yeah. Do what you can. This is gonna take a while to heal." It's almost like letting the air out of a balloon, Dillen just relaxes onto the floor and his wounds and looks at Masao. "I think she got you in your eye or something."
Masao reaches up to touch her cheek, where the one needle had hit during that last charge. "Almost...I'm tryin' not t' think too much on how close that was." she says, shuddering a little and failing to stifle a sharp intake of breath. Squeezing her eyes shut briefly, she lets the breath out and starts to do her best patch-up job on Dillen. "My back hurts worse. Fucker with the knife got me there."
Dillen shifts into glabro, allowing his wounds to knit a little faster. "In your back?" He winces as the gift wears fully off and he feels the pain surging through him. "Shift and heal. Gotta." His eyes close to the pain, "Do not worry about me. I will be okay."
Masao's face screws up even more when she shifts, giving a few grunts as she settles into Glabro again. "Ow...fuck...ow...shit burned like hell." It takes a few breaths before she tries to move again, and it's to do little more than change to sitting on her keister instead of her knees.
"Yeah. You said it. I hope Aaron is okay." Dillen just lays there, looking at the ceiling. "You did good in there. Proud of you."
Masao sits leadenly and closes her eyes, though she does smile. "Thanks. Good t' know I'm makin' the grade, ya know... Though, the fact that we're all still in one piece kinda says that."
Dillen lifts his arms up and over his head, trying to find a comfortable position. "Oh good grief... I didn't get the cookies." He the shakes his head and lets out a low groan. "Oh well... I think she will forgive me."
Masao cracks an eye open and grins, "Cookies? You was out huntin' cookies? Maaaaaan, hell of a night for cookies."
"My wife... We just had a baby. A girl. During the full moon she gets stuck on her own. I checked in and she said she'd really like some cookies... Her favorite kind. So I said I'd get some." Dillen gives a chuckle and then gives a wince and a groan at the pain. "Do anything for her..."
The dim light in the lobby does an ample enough job of hiding the slight wistfulness in Masao's expression. Enough that it's gone and replaced by a weary chuckle as the Ragabash stretches out on her better side. "Well...can think of worse reasons to be out for cookies, so can't fault you there. Congrats on the baby, by the way, b'fore I forget or stuff."
"Thanks. She's a beautiful girl." Dillen would be seen to be beaming with pride if Masao could see him. "I'm gonna have to heal some before I try and get home." He's smiling now, wide and happy even though the pain is harsh.
"She's got a good pops, that much I know." Masao responds, pillowing her head on one arm and whispering a couple of good curses for her own pain. "Bet she grows up to be quite the gal."
Dillen reaches and pulls over his leather and shirt to push under his head, "Thanks. I think her mother will be the best for her and all. I'm a bit of a grump." He chuckles some, stopping when it hurts too much. "Just hoping to get her tested soon. Want to know so badly."
Masao gives a small chuckle at that, "I can only 'magine, I can. Nothin' but good wishes for ya there. If she is, least someone'll know and she prolly won't get lost like I did."
"Get lost?" Dillen turns his head slightly to look towards Masao, "What do you mean?"
"I was a Lost Cub. If she's Garou, your girl's goin' to have a much better chance of that -not- happening." Masao says, relatively lightly given the circumstances. "I mean...s'one thing to find out yer one of us, but it's kinda worse when you don't know where you fit right away once y' take to it."
Dillen takes a breath and nods. "Hell. My parents knew and didn't want the responsibility of me. I ran away." He turns his head to look back at the ceiling.
Masao is silent for a while after that, enough that she might have dropped off into sleep. Then, a sigh, and she speaks again, "So we're both runaways. Ain't that a kicker? Just ran down different roads, I guess."
"I had a kinfetch go out. And a necklace with a wolf and a Get glyph. Pretty much knew what I was." Dillen shrugs his shoulders, "Everyone knew but me."
Masao makes a small, thoughtful sound, accompanied by the faint tapping of her fingers against her hip. "Shit, I Firsted in Harbor Park and was almost Charach 'fore I knew what one was. I don't think I'd change 'nothin', though. I like where I am now...except for the whole goddamn burning pain in my kidneys thing."
"Me either." Dillen smiles as he speaks. "Never had pain like this before. Good to remember it. So that later on, you can call it in to serve you if you get hit with it again."
"Glad I like gold in jewelry." Masao replies with tangible amusement, "I think I got a nice library of pain now. No overdue fees."
Dillen laughs it off and nods. "Think I will get a little sleep. Right here. Feel better later." Then he laughs again, "Won't they get a surprise when they come in." Who knows who they are... But they will get a nice present of two hurt garou when they open the door.
Masao makes a small noise and bobs her head shortly. "Sounds like a plan, t' me. An' knowin' this place, won't nobody really look twice."
Back | Next | 2006 Logs | Main