Running Into Roland

4/8/2006

05:20 PM
Logfile from GarouMUSH.

Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (69% full).
It is currently 17:10 Pacific Time on Sat Apr 8 2006.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is raining lightly. The temperature is 52 degrees Fahrenheit (11 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the east at 16 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 29.96 and rising, and the relative humidity is 82 percent. The dewpoint is 46 degrees Fahrenheit (7 degrees Celsius.)

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:
Roland
Obvious exits:
Harbor Park  The Gunbarrel  Abandoned Lot  Empty Lot  Pizza Parlor  Regan Hope Project  North  South  West  

Roland seems at home here, but by the look of him, that's to be expected. In one of the empty lots, the boy is amusing himself. Plucking up a discarded and empty bottle, he throws it into the air, above his head. In a moment, the bottle comes whirling down, and at the latest second, Roland flees from the crash site. By the glass littering the lot, he must have been doing this for awhile. Dangerous stuff.

[look Roland (homid)]
Here is a scrawny teenager; standing at a mere 5'4". By the looks of him, he seems to have just hit puberty. Patches of untamed hair grow along his jaw line and some wild-looking sideburns creep down each side of his face. All this hair meets at an overly pointed chin. This kid needs a shave. His nose is far too big, and his eyes far too small. Each iris is an unappealing mud color, and rimming his eyes are reddened eyelids. Oddly enough, the very least of his hair seems to be at the top of his head, where his scalp is nigh completely shaved. Below his head is a frail neck leading to rather slender shoulders. His build is slight, and smelling like a shower is due. A simple red hoodie sags around his torso, apparently a few sizes too large. Stains of various sizes and shades make the word 'HARVARD' on the front of the sweater almost indecipherable. Below this, is a pair of snug blue jeans, patched poorly at the knee with two different types of material. One is blue plaid, and the other a simple red. Completing the homely look is a pair of unlaced boots. The toe of the left one seems to have gone under some heavy surgery with duct tape.

Yi has been watching and listening now, also for some time. Must have been when she started seeing random glass bottles popping up in the air beside her, on the roof. Perhaps worried that one of those bottles were going to come crashing down upon her own head, the ragabash had moved and descended another nearby fire escape ladder. Now, she approaches the empty lot and the kid. Adjusting the black bandanna on her head, Yi calls out to him, "Hey, you know some things sleep there at night?"

Roland glances up at the woman, eyebrows arched in mild interest. "And why would I give two tugs on a dead dogs cock about that?" He asks, voice suggesting that he wouldn't. Taking his eyes off her, he begins to look for more cast aside bottles.

Yi narrows an eye, giving the young man a skeptical look. "Because if you do not care, you might end up sleeping there tonight, too. And the night after that, and the night after. Understand?" Her voice suggests strongly, that it isn't an idle threat.

Roland stands across from Yi, shuffling about in an empty lot covered in broken glass. He looks at Yi with renewed interested, visibly tensing. "Uhhh.." He mumurs, collecting some of the shards in his palm. "My dad runs a dojo, and he taught me everything he knows! Fuckin' bicycle kicks and shit!" The young fellow warns, although not convincingly.

Yi nudges a large piece of a broken bottle with a foot, looking down at it for a split second. "I have seen you around here, have I not?" So far she looks unarmed herself, and not making any moves towards Roland. "What is your name?"

Aaron can hear the sound of shattering glass from nearly a block away, nevermind that he was in lupus at the time. When he arrives, he is walking upright as a normal human-being with his hands sloved in his pockets. Call it curiousity that has brought him put to the lot to check out what is going on. The teenager is worst for wear and could use a hair cut and some clean clothes. He stops in his tracks from the sidewalk, looking towards the lot and staring straight at Yi and the boy in the lot with her.

Roland glances at the newcomer. "You're a witness! She threatened my life!" His eyes move to Yi again. "Self-defense, hiiyah!" He exclaims, before attempting to throw the shards of glass at her. Instead, his hand scrapes the ground, digging the shards he attempted to throw into his own hand. "Aw, fuck me!" Blood dribbles from his palm.

Yi starts to lift a hand, just by reflexive action, a sort of ingrained muscle memory move to block whatever is thrown at her. Of course, that's aborted when there isn't anything flying at her. When she spots Aaron, Yi even uses that blocked hand to wave at him in familiarity. She doesn't say a word to Aaron, but invites him over with a quick 'come on over' gesture, before turning back to Roland. "I never said I was going to kill you," she replies. "Only that you might end up sleeping here for a few nights."

Aaron watches Roland and lifts his eyebrow at the young man. His head then turned to Yi and he starts to sign towards her while shaking his head slowly towards the idiot. 'I think you should kill the moron.' He answers, remaining at a distance on the sidewalk but finally moves closer after some thought.

Roland howls dramatically. "This is going to need to be amputated, god damnit!" He exagerrates, waving the slightly bloodied finger like a madman. Shards tinkle to the ground as they are ejected from his flesh. "You're both criminals! Both of you! Attempted murder! Assault with a deadly weapon!" Suddenly he calms down, cradling the hand. "Although we can settle out of court if you give me ten dollars." A smug grin appears on his face.

Yi glances at Aaron again, watching him sign, then shakes her head. The teen howling out gets another look, and she quirks her head. "Ten dollars to get you out of here? Hm." She digs around in an inner pocket, and produces a small wad of cash. Aaron can see it's got at least 10 tens in there. Out comes one bill, and the rest goes into her pocket. "Here. You want it, you come get it."

Aaron watches Yi and wonders what is going on but the Ahroun doesn't say anything. He does appear amused though.

Light whistling, breathy and not very practiced, filters ahead of Masao as she walks along the street. The crumpled bottom of a snack-sized bag of Cheetos dangles from the cover of one sleeve like an odd, crinkly limb. The howling and yelling from ahead of her garners a raising of both eyebrows and a slight pick-up in her walking pace.

Roland pouts his lower lip out slightly, before creeping over to her. The steps are cautious, and he holds his wounded hair in the air, palm forward. The motion is similar to an indians "Hao." Nevertheless, he keeps it in the air, away from anything that may do it further harm. His left hand is held out, palm skyward, waiting for her to put the money in it. "Yeah, that'll pay for my hospital bills. No insurance, ya see?"

Waiting until the boy is close enough, Yi moves - well one might say it was preternaturally fast. Within the blink of an eye, in fact. In just moments, she's grabbing for the boy's injured hand's wrist, going to twist it behind him like any police trained hold would end up, arm twisted in the back and locking for immobility.

Masao's eyes widen sharply at the movement, but she slows when she gets closer and observes for the moment without announcing herself. Only the crinkling sound of her hand closing tighter on the bag comes from her over the sound of her sneakers.

Roland cries out with sudden pain at the wounded limb being mistreated. "Rape! Rape! Somebody help me!" The boy struggles against her grip, only causing tremors of pain to rip at his joints. "I'll shit in your lungs for this!"

Aaron stands with his arms cross, looking at the young man with a hard look in his eyes. 'I bet if we killed him, no one would miss him." He signs when he drops his arms again. The teen silently laughs.

Yi sighs with the struggle, but her grip is quite firm like she's done this many times before. The ragabash directs the boy off to the side, out of the way of 'general' public viewing. Granted, no one seems inclined to really help him out either. Typical fare out here, and with Yi flying one of the street's colors, well. "If you do not want your tongue to be ripped out of a hole I make in your throat, you will shut up and listen to me, boy."

Roland shuts up and listens to her. What did you expect?

Masao continues to look a little quizzical at the situation, but sets herself to playing watchdog of a sorts. Though, she's not exactly the most intimidating of folk on a normal day.

"As I was saying," Yi continues, once he's quieted down, "I know others who sleep out here. Your little games of breaking bottles in their beds ends here." She twists the held arm a little further. "Now I ask again, what is your name?"

Aaron is trying to he helpful, but Yi isn't exactly asking for his help so he stays out of it. His arms fold across his chest as he looks around, keeping eyes and ears open. He looks across to Masao and acknowledges her with a nod of his head.

Roland makes a pained 'gack' sound in his throat. "Roland!" He cries out, shifting his weight slightly, attempting to relieve the pressure on his arm. The air almost seems empty without the boy's blathering as he goes quiet, and of course, listens to what the woman has to say.

Masao dips her head in a nod to Aaron and signs an otherwise pleasant greeting to him. Silent communication is indeed a bonus, sometimes. Her eyes sweep up and down the street briefly before resettling on the other temporary lookout.

Yi does cast a glance back behind her, just to note Aaron and Masao's presence there. "Go find yourself a new hobby, Roland. One that does not bother those less fortunate than you." Finally she does slap that 10 dollar bill into the boy's hand, perhaps pressing down a bit much on the tiny shards of glass left inside, and lets him go with a push towards the street.

Roland tumbles forward, not expecting to be set free. He barely catches himself, and whirls around. Rolling his shoulder with a grimace, he points an accusatory finger at Yi. "Less fortunate? Ha! Where do you think I sleep, my dad's /dojo/!?" The ten dollars is promptly shoved into his pocket, the hand working quite well now that he has some money.

Aaron suddenly points his finger out towards the street and glares at Roland. 'Tell this idiot that he doesn't have a street attitude, punk!' he signs agressively. 'Less fortunate, my ass.'

Masao gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes for the snappish words, obviously biting her tongue on her own witty repartee. However, Aaron's signing sparks a sly grin and she opens up a little, "Yo, sweetcheeks, cut the shit. No one's impressed. Amscray."

Yi tilts her head in gesture to Aaron and Masao, and her brows arch up lightly like in a signal. "You have three seconds," she says in address to Roland, "before those two over there are going to get my money back for me." She sounds calm enough, giving the boy quite the mischievious smile. "Three..."

Roland bites his lower lip in agression, and shows her another finger. The middle one, actually. After this, he turns tail and hauls ass away from them. "Fuck all of you!" He yells as he hightails it down the street.

Yi blinks at the obscene gesture, but doesn't seem too bothered by it. She only tilts her head to indicate to the other pair of Gnawers that the retreating boy is 'all theirs' to deal with as they please. "I need to return to my patrols. Masao, Aaron, make sure he does not make any more trouble will you?"

"Not if you paid me, sunshine!" Masao yells back, staring after the boy as if committing his face to memory. Turning to Yi, she raises her eyebrows again, "Gotcha. Ya know...it's seein' kids like that tha' makes me realize what utter shits we musta been."

Aaron just stands there and silently laughs, the yell from the boy seems to roll off his shoulders. He gives Yi a thumbs-up and then arcs his brow to Masao.

Yi strides over to her tribemates and gives them both grateful, warm smiles before heading towards a nearby alley and scurrying her way up the fire escape ladders again.

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