momma.

[Null Moon] [Alright, suckers, here be the rules:

1. Keep your narrative posts to 10 minutes and your inits/declares to 3 minutes. Failure to pay attention will have your PC assumed to be pulling a Charlie.
2. Ask me questions in IMs, not in the chat or PMs.
3. If I make a mistake, feel free to correct me; if someone else makes a mistake, let it go.
4. PM me any exploitable flaws that you have.

I'm giving V 15 minutes to get her ass in here and then we're starting.]

[Null Moon] The streets aren't any safer during the day than they are at night. Being able to see what is coming out of an alleyway, who's driving down the road with the windows rolled half-down, who is lingering in the doorways of abandoned buildings and listing around the storefronts of ailing businesses and hollering down the sidewalks at passing young women is the one advantage that comes from walking around the city's neighborhoods in broad daylight. At night there are shadows, there is darkness, there is the echoing effect of the city's slumber amplifying everything that happens, making every footstep a shout, every squealing tire a scream.

During the day, there is enough going on that one's thoughts are not overpowering, that one's footsteps do not seem like an entirely separate entity following one down the street. People don't expect violence during the day, so when it happens, it seems that much more stark, that much more real.

No one milling about the train station on the corner of North Clark and West Division Street is expecting violence today. They're not expecting much of anything, other than to get their kids and their groceries and their books from one part of the city to the other, for the trains to come on time and for the other passengers to mind their own business.

There's a homeless woman here. There are always homeless people in this section of town, driven underground by the first sharp snap of cold of the season, and this station is no exception. This particular homeless woman, however, is limping through the area just before the turnstiles, dragging her right foot as if it has failed to function, gibbering to herself as she goes.

[Lee Whelan] [percept + alert]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Drew Roscoe] [Perception + Alertness]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (per+alert)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 4, 6 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] Alexander is standing at the bottom of the stairs, cellphone pressed to his ear. He's shouting over the noise of passing pedestrians and passing trains. He's also shouting because he's angry, and he's angry because he has to catch his train and he can't take the cell deeper into the station or he'll lose reception, and because the person on the other end is pissing him off.

"...was slated to go up against Rodriguez next Saturday! It's been on the books since fucking August. Who the fuck changed the schedules around last-minute? Who the fuck does that? -- hey!"

Some passing UChicago student, his school's logo emblazoned on his sweatshirt, jostles past. Alexander shouts after him, a bark of sound that makes him turn on reflex. When he does, the rather vicious kinsman shoves him with both hands, hard.

Right into the path of the gibbering old woman, in fact.

[Lee Whelan] Lee doesn't often venture north of the Mile. She doesn't own a car, for starters, and she lives near enough to everything she needs she doesn't need one. But sometimes she wants to get out of the high class section of the city. Sometimes she gets tired of seeing well maintained streets and tall buildings made of shiny, reflective glass. She gets tired of seeing beautiful, well dressed people, just like she gets tired of looking at models. Perfection and beauty get old.

So she goes outside her area, and she looks for things that aren't so beautiful. The Green is one place she goes to. It's close, just a few stops away from her neighborhood. It's ragged around the edges, tired and worn, just like the people who live there. She's off in search of...something. A drink, or a photo opportunity, whatever. There's a Canon PowerShot tucked away inside her olive green messenger bag, the Mossimo log stamped on the flap. Lee never quite fits in, no matter where she goes. Her height and the color of her hair make it nearly impossible for the Fianna kinswoman to blend in. Sometimes she tries, anyway. Today is not one of those days.

Her long red hair is pulled to the sides in a pair of messily thrown together braids. Her hoody is black, the entire left side and part of the right emblazoned with the red and silver shield of the Horde. Her jeans are bootcut, worn and ragged at the cuff where they drag along the ground when she walks. She's stepping off the platform, hands shoved into the pockets of her sweatshirt, when she sees a familiar angry face. She watches as Alex does what he does best, cause a ruckus, be loud and obnoxious. This is easier for her to deal with than man she rode in a ferris wheel with at 3am.

She notices the old woman. She's shuffling for a reason, and that reason makes Lee frown. It sends a chill up her spine and sets her teeth on edge. It brings back a memory of a night in the city, another time when she had been out looking for drinks, and something to do.

Lee rushes forward, catches the UChicago students sleeve, and hauls him to the side. Away from the jibbering old woman. Maybe out of harm's way.

"Jesus Christ, Alex, watch what the fuck you're doing."

[Drew Roscoe] Drew had come to Lonna earlier in the day, knocking on her door and looking a half-distraught, half-frazzled, and glazed totally in a coat of tense irritation. Do you wanna go out with me? We'll get something fatty, we'll splurge on dessert, and we'll go buy cute shoes at some outlet shop. I need, need, need to be away from where My Guys can bother me.

Lonna agreed, so off they went.

The girls came down the stairs together, looking precisely like girlfriends their age. Lonna was the obviously gorgeous one, with the stunning figure, the beautiful face and the fingers you could dream of losing your fingers in. Drew was... well, she was cute, at least. The shorter girl had her thick brown hair wrangled in a ponytail and was dressed in a snug gray T-shirt with a cluster of candy corn pieces, miniature pumpkins and cute little ghosts on the chest. She wore fairly fashionable jeans, clogs with a heel on them to give her some height, and a bright green hoodie cut to fit snugly like most female attire was these days overtop, left unzipped despite the biting cold of Winter's approach. She was chattering away with Lonna about God Knows What Women Talk About, when she paused at the bottom of the steps, hands in her hoodie pockets.

She stared at the old woman for a few seconds, glancing briefly, dismissively at Lee and Alex because she had no idea who they were, before returning her attention to the woman. She started walking again, slowly, to go find a seat while waiting for the train, edging around the lady and saying slowly to Lonna.

"Hey, you ever watch zombie movies...?"

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] Alexander had begun to turn away already, raising his phone back to his ear, when Lee speaks up. He wheels around, lets out a jagged laugh. "Better you tell that fuckface to watch it," he snaps, pointing at the student. "Fucker's got his eyes on his ass."

"Dude, I was looking at the station map." The student's either sensing sympathy from Lee or simply whining. "I just got here like three weeks ago--"

"And if you don't watch where you're fuckin' going," Alexander interrupts, bulling forward, "you're gonna leave in a fucking body bag."

UChicago decides it's time to get scarce. Alexander laughs after him, a sort of reckless violent noise, and claps his phone back on his ear. "You too, Babydoll, get the fuck lost. Don't you have a train to catch? -- hello? Eddie? You still there?"

[Lonna Larson] "Oh. My. God. yes," she said, "I was in a zombie movie."

True story. Lonna Larson was on IMDB. Lonna Larson had two independent films to her name, neither of which were pornographic videos. One of which had to do with zombies. It was a terrible film, made with a total of two hundred dollars. The blonde was given a cheese burger and the director's disposable camera as payment. They actually won an award at a short film festival. Lonna Larson was praised for her ability to scream beautifully.

She had no idea that Drew was talking about anything in particular. Until, of course, she looked at the woman.. Attire was comfortable. Jeans, long-sleeved shirt, pea coat- and her purse. it matched her shoes. given Drew's tone, she determines that Drew isn't talking about movies.

"What's up?" her voice drops.

[Null Moon] A hard shove sends the offending student stumbling in front of the hunched-over old woman, a near collision barely avoided by Lee's quick reflexes. The woman looses a piercing screech as she is nearly touched, but hardly anyone looks up to see what is going on. There are perhaps twenty people milling about waiting for the 7:07 train to get here in thirty seconds, and either this sort of thing happens all the goddamn time around here, or they are simply too wrapped up in their own thoughts and concerns to pay much mind to a pissy white boy starting trouble.

The station is old, one of the older ones in the CTA system, and it smells. The tiles are brown and orange, throwbacks to the decorating scheme of the 1970s, doors yellow and paint flaking, and the people down here are tired. Noises echo down here, and that screech sounds like the squealing brakes of an incoming train.

And yet the ennui of modern city living, the pressing weight of a hundred mundane thoughts, provides Alex's act with some semblance of anonymity. Lee is the only one who notices, and as air begins to rush through the tunnel, as a horn sounds with an incoming train, the student brushes off his sweatshirt and joins the rest of the crowd in standing behind the yellow line in wait for the train.

Drew asks if Lonna has ever seen a zombie movie, and the old woman shuffles forward to grab for Alex's arm, her gibbering growing more emphatic.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] ...and Alexander's turned half away to talk to 'Eddie' about Saturday's schedule when the gibbering old woman starts reaching for him. "What the fuck," he exclaims, whipping around and taking a step back, "what is this, No Personal Boundaries Day? Get the fuck off me, grandma, don't think I won't beat your geriatric ass."

[Lee Whelan] The student starts to speak up, and Lee waves a hand dismissively. Move along, sunshine. Her attention is on Alex for a moment, and then back on the shuffling old woman. There's a decision to be made. Does she act on that weird whatever-it-was that happened between them the other night, and warn him? Or does she--oh, shit the woman's making a grab.

"EW, fuck!" This time Lee surges forward for Alex. Damn his phone call and the poor reception of the subway. Lee makes a grab for his arm, even as he's stepping away from the shuffling woman. "Alex, her fucking ankle is broken you think beating her up's really gonna make a difference?"

[Drew Roscoe] The old woman moved forward after screeching like a banshee and recoiling from the kid that got shoved in her way, made a grab for Alex's arm, and Drew stopped walking entirely this time. She touched Lonna's elbow to urge her to stop as well, then nodded toward the scene that was unfolding. She leaned over, tipped her chin up so she could whisper closer to Lonna's ear more efficiently, and spoke in a low tone of voice while faux-casually pushing the sleeves of her hoodie up to her elbows.

"So, I understand that werewolves and probably vampires exist, but are zombies for real? Like, really?"

Pause.

"You got your gun? I left mine."

Go figure. You go through the trouble of getting a concealed weapon permit and you leave your shit at home.

[Lonna Larson] Are zombies real? The blonde turns to look at Drew. The Child of Gaia stopped and she felt herself tense. She inhaled, and calling upon all the experiences she's had, namely the horrible first month of living in Chicago that she had, the lady answered.

"Really," she said, "they're real. And yes, it's in my purse."

She looks at the woman again, and the blonde tries to get a better look at the old lady making the big fuss. Her stomach turns, something doesn't feel right, and- and there's Lee. The blonde perks up and calls out. "Hey, Lee!"

Trying to get her attention.

[Null Moon] The train squeals to a stop as Lee is attempting to talk some sense into her angry friend, drowning out her words as the brakes cry out and dozens of footfalls shuffle forward. The doors of the train slide open, and while no one gets off at this stop, everyone except for the four Kinfolk and the sloppy old woman get onto the 7:07 northbound.

Now that she is in his personal space, pawing at him and yammering about collecting for the feeding, Alex can see what a wreck this woman is. As Lee says, her ankle is indeed broken, bent at such a strange angle that she would have to be out of her mind not to register pain. Her thin, hunched body is covered in a stained shawl, and her hair, blond-gone-white, hangs stringy and disgusting in her face. Dried blood and mucous cause segments of her hair to clump together, and she smells like old meat.

As the last of the bodies board the train, one of the employee-only doors slowly creaks open, the rusted hinges whining with the effort, leaving it gaping for several seconds as light tries and fails to penetrate the darkness. Likely only Drew and Lonna are detached enough from the situation with the old woman to notice the door opening; maybe they are oblivious. But whether anyone is paying attention or not, the door gives birth to a twelve-foot-tall, slack-jawed once-man with crispy red hair and stretched-tight, nearly translucent skin. He looks like a piece of human-shaped putty that something grabbed a hold of and stretched to twice his normal size, and he has to fold himself double in order to fit through the door.

The old woman pays him no mind, and the train begins hurrying away, an electric yawp filling the air as it moves down the tunnel. An old bit of newspaper flutters in the generated breeze, and she pays that no mind, either, nor does her head turn when Lonna shouts out Lee's name. She has her sights set on Alex, and it is Alex who she lunges for now, previously screeching mouth falling open to reveal a pair of glinting, stained fangs.

[Inits!]

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] Everyone wants a piece of Alex today. Liadan takes his arm, and he instantly reverses the hold, grasping her by the elbow instead as though he might toss her into the way of the oncoming trains.

Then: she tells him the old broad's ankle is broken. Then: Alexander's head snaps down as he sees the dragging ankle clearly for the first time. His face twists, something between disgust and disbelief and the errant thread of pity. "Fuck me. Hey, somebody call an ambulance for grandma!"

Too fucking late. Everyone gets on the train. Grandma's all up in his face. And an employee-only door opens, and ...

(+7!)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lee Whelan] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Lonna Larson] (5+1d10)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7

[Drew Roscoe] Lonna shouted for Lee, and Drew's eyes turned toward the door that seemed to be taking the biggest fleshy-colored shit of its life. The Get Kin's eyes went wide, and she slowly released Lonna's sleeve, speaking in the same tone of voice one would use when confronted by a bear, trying to move slow and be soft so that they wouldn't attack.

"You wouldn't happen to have an extra, would you...?"

Her eyes flickered toward the wall, and she made quick, low, loping half-run toward it, toward the fire extinguisher behind glass hanging from it.

[Init! + 5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4

[Null Moon] [Betty, +5]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2

[Null Moon] [Barney, +7]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6

[Danicka] Danicka cares about the environment. She has a luxury, gas-eating vehicle, but that doesn't mean she drives it everywhere she goes. Today she is stepping off of the train that just got boarded by a crowd of people, and blinking at the emptiness. She is in heeled boots that add three inches to her height, thick black tights, a gray skirt that cuts across the middle of her thighs, and a pale pink sweater that is half-hidden under her leather jacket. She has a purse. And she has three shopping bags.

And she blinks at the sight of people she knows: Alex, Lee -- and people she doesnt: Dre, Lonna, a homeless woman.

Oh, and the monster. He's new.

Danicka's murky green eyes fly wide open as the train rushes off behind her, making her hair wave goodbye. She drops the shopping bags and reaches into her purse.

[Danicka] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3

[Null Moon] [ROUND ONE -- FIGHT!

Alex: 16
Barney: 13
Lonna: 12
Drew: 9
Danicka: 9
Lee: 8
Betty: 7

Declare in reverse, mother truckers!]

[Null Moon] [Betty
Split Action: Bite/Bite Alex.]

[Lee Whelan] [Hold Betty for Alex: clinch!]

[Danicka] [1a. Load 9mm / 1b. Activate talen (-1WP)]

[Drew Roscoe] [Action. Bust glass and grab fire extinguisher]

[Lonna Larson] actions!
1a: load that gun
1b: Don't have a good feeling about Barney, shoot that!

[Null Moon] [Barney
Split Action: Punch Lee/Punch Lonna.]

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] reflexive: yell WTF!
1a. wait til lee grabs betty, then punch her daylights out!
b. twice!

[Null Moon] [Barney
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Lee! -2 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 4, 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +4 (Body Expansion) +0.] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lee Whelan] [soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Barney
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Lonna! -3 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 4, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +4 (Body Expansion) +0.] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 5, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (soak? what is this soak you speak of?)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lee Whelan] [clinch: dex + brawl -1 (ouch!)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 7, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Lee Whelan] [I crush you!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
You crush shit!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (-2, punch!)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 5, 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (-3, punch!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 5, 7, 7, 8, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 2

[Lee Whelan] [MOAR CRUSH]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (damage!)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 4, 4, 5, 5, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Bite Lee! -2 pool (split), +1 diff (changing action).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (hey! i forgot diff mod! rolling 4 more the first time)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (and 1 more the second)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2 (Failure at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Another soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +2 (bite) +0.] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 4, 6, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Bite Lee Again! -3 pool (split), +1 diff (changing targets).]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +2 (bite) +1 (suxx).] [A]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Null Moon] Everything echoes down here.

The hinges squeal again as the door marked Employees Only swings closed again; the sound of bony, oversized fists thumping into Lee's shoulder and Lonna's back fills the air; the keening screech of the old woman as she is grabbed by Lee sounds like another train hurtling down the tunnel. There is no wind to herald the arrival of another bullet train, though; the next arrival, this one heading southbound, isn't due for another three minutes, and there is an eerie lack of passengers now.

Lee holds the old woman still while Alex pummels her with his fists, bruising her unfeeling flesh, but that doesn't stop her from twisting her head around and burying her fangs first into Lee's left upper arm, and then her neck. Blood wells up on her clothes and oozes from her neck, and Lee crumples behind the woman, who stares at Alex with unseeing eyes before lunging for him again.

And the tall man swings at Lonna again.

[Keep same inits, keep declaring in reverse.]

[Null Moon] [Betty
Split Action: Bite/Bite Alex.]

[Danicka] [Lonna's got a gun, she's FINE. Three-round burst at Betty.]

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Bash Barney in face with Fire Extinguisher
1b. Repeat, with WP this time]

[Lonna Larson] (action!:
1: go heal Lee (reserving the right to change this action to "DODGE LIKE A MOTHAFUCKA" if necessary)

[Null Moon] [Barney
Split Action: Punch Lonna/Punch Drew.]

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (1a. grab geriatric bat
b. HEADBUTT!
c. bash face into knee!)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] 1a. grab! str+brawl -3
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 6, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] b. headbutt! dexbrawl -4, -2 diff
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 2, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] damage: str+1 (headbutt)+1(succ)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 9, 10, 10, 10 (Success x 5 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] c. bash face into knee! -5
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 4, 8 (Failure at target 5)

[Null Moon] [Barney
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Lonna! -2 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 4, 4, 7, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (Dodge! -1 (oww))
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Barney
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Drew! -3 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +4 (Body Expansion) +2 (suxx).] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 9 d10 ] 1, 3, 4, 5, 7, 7, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Dexterity + Dodge, -2 Split]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Redoing damage.] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 3, 6, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Face Bash: Dexterity + Athletics, -3 Split]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Damage: Strength 2 + 1 Suxx + 2 Mod (B)]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 10, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Barney
Sooooak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Danicka] [3RB to Gank Alex's Kill: Dex + Firearms]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Danicka] [Damage: 4 (9mm) + 1]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 4, 4, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Bitch, please!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4 (Failure at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Bite Alex! -2 pool (split), +1 diff (being held).]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 8 (Failure at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Bite Alex! -3 pool (split), +1 diff (being held).]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 2, 2 (Failure at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage Total
Lee: 6A
Lonna: 2B
Everyone Else: OK

Betty: 7B/4L
Barney: OK

ROUND THREE -- FIGHT!]

[Null Moon] [Betty
Split Action: Bite/Bite Alex!]

[Lee Whelan] [activate healing talen?]

[Danicka] [3RB at Betty. It worked fine before!]

[Drew Roscoe] Fire extinguisher wasn't going to get this job done very well, and it's already been determined that as far as close range danger goes, Drew's going to hold up better than Lonna. The brunette's eyes flickered toward the fallen, bleeding woman, and she yelled to Lonna:

"SWITCH!"

And tossed the fire extinguisher her way, leaving her hands open for the gun in return.

[Drew Roscoe] [1a. Trade for gun
1b. Shoot Barney in the fucking face (WP)]

[Lonna Larson] (1a: slide the gun to Drew (WP if necessary!)
1b: OMG heal Lee (as that she has no clue she has healing talens.))

[Null Moon] [Barney
Split Actions: Punch/Punch Drew.]

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] 1a. slam the bat's face into a support column or a subway map or something!
b. AGAIN.
c. grab fire ax!

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (hold on, cuz we're going for a FACEBASH. -3)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (str+1+4 damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1 (Botch x 1 at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] b. CURBSTOMP. without a curb. but with the stomp.
attack to damage.
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 1, 1, 6, 6, 7, 8, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Betty
Nooo I want to liiiive!]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] c. grab fire axe!

[Null Moon] [Barney
First Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Drew! -2 pool (split).]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 2, 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +4 (Body Expansion) +1 (suxx).] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 5, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Barney
Second Split Action: Brawl+Dexterity: Punch Drew! -3 pool (split), -2 diff (stunned).]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 7, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 4)

[Null Moon] [Damage: Strength +4 (Body Expansion) +1 (suxx).] [B]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 5, 6, 6, 6, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)

[Drew Roscoe] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (actions are as follows:
1a: 3 round burst on Barney (poor Barney)
1b: still try to fix Lee))

[Lonna Larson] (dex3+firearms2: -2 (split) -1 (oww), WP)
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 4, 6 (Success x 1 at target 7) [WP]

[Lonna Larson] (Damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 4, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Barney
Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 5, 7 (Failure at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (oops!)
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (damage)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 3, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Lonna Larson] (fix it! -1, oww, -3 (split))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 7, 7 (Success x 2 at target 7)

[Danicka] [3RB on BARNEY: Dex + Firearms + 3 // +1 diff (3RB), +1 diff (Changing targets while Alex double-taps Betty)]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 3, 3, 4, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8) [WP]

[Danicka] [Damage: 4 (9mm) + 2]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 1, 3, 5, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)

[Lee Whelan] [go go gadget healing talen!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 4, 4, 7, 8, 8, 9 (Success x 4 at target 5)

[Null Moon] Alex grabs the old woman by the back of the head, holding her in place as he slams his forehead into her nose; it explodes in a burst of gristle and blood, dark red and flowing, and he attempts to follow it up with a knee to the face that simply glances off of her jaw and absorbs some of that thickly-oozing blood.

Meanwhile, the twelve-foot-tall abomination swings a powerful fist at Lonna, who deftly leaps out of the way and hurries towards Lee. On the backswing he clips Drew's shoulder but fails to slow her down. Drew returns the favor by bashing the tall man in the face with the fire extinguisher. He doesn't even seem to feel it.

Danicka fires off three sharp bursts from her gun, filling the underground station with the deafening clap of gunfire and taking three neat chunks out of the old woman's side. The old bat makes two successive attempts to take a bite out of Alex's arm, but she doesn't manage to sink her teeth into him.

Alex ends her life, or what's left of it, pretty damn fast. Tightening his grip on her hair, he smashes her face into the nearby wall, bloodying it and dropping a few teeth to the ground before he drops her to the ground; his boot splits her skull like an overripe melon and has her twitching on the ground before finally falling still, and Alex moves to grab the fire ax from the wall.

Behind him, a deep, anguished "MOMMAAAAA!" leaves the tall man's throat. In his rage, he hits Drew in the face once, then twice, ignoring the two hails of gunfire that leave Lonna and Danicka's guns. It's not hard; Lonna's bullets seem to bounce right off of him, and Danicka's whiz right past his ear.

Lonna ducks down beside Lee, using her gift to heal the wound on the Fianna kinswoman's neck, and a moment later Lee is using one of the talens her lover's packmate made, healing the rest of that ghastly wound until it is nothing but memory.

The twelve-foot tall man lumbers over to the fallen corpse, gingerly picking her up in one arm and then moving like a stork out of Hell towards the Employees Only door.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] "Yeah, I fucked your momma right up!" Alex shouts after the fleeing giant. He grabs for Momma and Alexander, still a good three yards away with the axe, swings that fucker anyway. The axehead strikes sparks off the ground when it hits. "Hey. Hey! Come back here, I'm not done killing you yet!"

[Lee Whelan] [kick Barney +WP]

[Danicka] [3RB at Barney: No, I'M not done killing you yet!][WP]

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (Make like an axe murderer and hack at his back twice!)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (dex/melee -2, diff 7 -2 (axe to back))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 3, 3, 3, 9, 9 (Success x 2 at target 5)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (damage, str+3/L)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME.)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 3 at target 5)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (oh -- i forgot a die last time (from succ))
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 5 (Failure at target 6)

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (str+3/L+2(succ)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 5, 7, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Soak!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Danicka] [Dex + Firearms + 3 (3RB) // +1 Diff (3RB) -2 Diff (Back attack!]]
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 7 at target 5) [WP]

[Danicka] [Damage: 4 (9mm) + 6: Danicka found the Rainbow Connection!]
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 2, 3, 4, 6, 7, 8, 8, 9, 9, 10 (Success x 7 at target 6)

[Null Moon] [Nooo I want to liiiiive!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 7, 7, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6)

[Null Moon] The stretched-out man is huffing and breathing heavily as he stalks away from the group of Kinfolk, and though Alex swings at his back, the head of the stolen ax glimpsing off his thighs more than once, he can't run away from Danicka's bullets.

Three booming explosions punch comparatively tiny holes in the man's back, blood spurting and bones cracking, and with the third shot severing his spinal cord, he goes down hard, tripping and collapsing with his mother in his arms, crushing her with his bulk and cracking his great head against the ground.

The next train is arriving in three minutes. There is blood everywhere. They have a twelve-foot-tall corpse to dispose of. All they truly have on their side is the fact that CTA security is not scrambling down the stairs as they speak, that there are no bystanders on this lazy Sunday afternoon.

Yet.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew, while in a god-awful panic of 'oh my god we're all going to die', felt like she made a pretty good show of herself. She kept her head fairly level, found the best weapon she could think of (though why the didn't grab the fucking axe was beyond her now, in hindsight), and did the only thing that she could think would bring that big fucker down-- she bashed it in the face with the butt end of something big, hard, and heavy. It tried to hit her, she slipped out of the way, and that got her feeling kinda cocky. Maybe its aim was off. If she had a gun, she could do some real damage. So she twisted and shouted to Lonna, braced herself to catch a gun, and didn't quite see the angry fist coming in at her face.

Good feeling gone.
The world went bright red and then faded black.

When Drew came to, it was only about four seconds later but felt like ten minutes at least. Her eyes snapped open and she jerked herself up into a sit, looked down to realize her front was slick with blood, and then the pain hit her like a freight train. She groaned loudly and lifted her hands to cup her face, but touching hurt too much so they hovered near her face instead. Her nose was definitely broken, her cheeks probably were too. Her eyes were swelling, her head ached like mad, and blood was still flowing down her front like a faucet. Eyes that hurt just to move, just to focus, swung over to Alex, who went after the thing with an axe, blood all over his boots. He hacked into it, a bullet took the life from it, and then Lee was up and running.

...Wasn't that chick dead, like, two seconds ago? ...Jesus. Oh Jesus christ, the zombie bit her. Oh god, oh god. Bitch was infected. She tried to yell, but found that as soon as she moved her tongue away from the back of her throat a whole lot of blood and saliva flooded and had her choking and sputtering and spitting/gagging blood out onto the pavement beside her instead.

[Lee Whelan] The wound in her neck gone thanks to Lonna and a lovely Barbie band-aid, Lee hauled herself to her feet and assessed the damage. She still had that bite in her upper arm. She knows how zombies work in the movies, knows that their bite is infectious. She does not know how zombies work in the real world.

"Oh fuck it bit me am I gonna turn into a zombie?"

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] "Hot damn."

Alexander's standing over the 12-foot giant and his poor, headless mother. Brackish, dark, cold blood is dripping off the head of his borrowed axe, but the huge explosions of blood and gore on the ground are from another source entirely. He toes the dead thing, laughs.

"That was some shot, Burberry. Someone wanna help me stuff it and mommy dearest back in the janitor's closet?" He looks in through the door, curious. "Where do you suppose they came from?"

[Lonna Larson] Her clothes weren't torn. No one saw her get scratched or bitten or anything of the sort, but she was beeding. Her head was swimming, but that was the least of her wories. The Child of Gaia started to straighten herself out. Lee is concerned about turning into a zombie and-

"You shouldn't- last time that happened to me though? I thought the same thing," a little bit of humor, but not quite. Just the facts. She tried to be supportive, or as supportive as she could "-just... go get cleaned up because who knows what kind of diseases that thing was carrying."

Zombie making diseases? No. Something else? Possibly. The blonde regards her companion for the evening, and fairly slowly, she goes to check on Drew.

"...Drew? You need help?"

[Danicka] A thin female voice announces the next train over the loudspeaker. It's a recording. There's a board lit up with the train times, showing the next four arrivals. Danicka is standing on the platform, on one of the stencil-painted signs on concrete that shows where the doors will be when the train stops. She has a leather purse over her shoulder. She has 3 shopping bags full of clothes in crumpled heaps on either side of her. And she has a matte black nine millimeter pointed, still, towards the Employees Only door.

This is the second time in recent memory she has squeezed off three quick shots and destroyed something. At least this time it was running away from her and not coming at her, clawing at her. She's untouched. Her hair is pulled up one one side in a pair of shiny black barettes. Her ears are ringing.

Danicka does not lower the gun or put the safety on. She takes a deep, steadying breath and glances over at Lee. "I doubt it," she says. "But if you do, I say you go Warlock. I'll send you some Netherweave bags."

She lowers the gun, both her arms trembling from the recoil. She flips the safety on, does not unload it. Puts it in her purse. She's pale, except for two bright spots high on her cheekbones. "Your name's Alex?" but she knows it is. She remembers this sort of thing. "Janitor's closets are usually locked. Make sure you can get it open before we start dragging bodies, because if we can't, we're getting the fuck out of here and leaving them both. Or you can just toss them on the rails."

[Lee Whelan] "I do love the Voidwalkers."

She smiles a little at her former roommate, feeling relief that she's probably not going to turn into the walking undead. That would really, really suck. Lonna tells her she should clean the wounds, Lee nods once.

"I second the motion for the tracks. I mean, we can't just leave a body in a closet or the employees only room. The employees will probably notice."

She's already moving forward to hook her hands under the armpits of the 'mother' creatures.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] "Alexander Vaughn," he says, offhand, going to try the lock on the EMPLOYEES ONLY door. "Locked," he announces, and turns around.

Danicka gets a quizzical stare. "Aren't you supposed to be, like, putting your head on your knees and hyperventilating?"

He leans down and tugs mom out from under the tall man first, dragging her sliding and flopping all the way to the far end of the platform where he heaves her onto the tracks. Away from where the crowds stand. In the shadows.

"Someone give me a hand with the big one," he says.

[Lee Whelan] [creature singular, not plural]

[Drew Roscoe] Lonna trotted over to check on Drew, and Drew wasn't looking too hot. She wasn't unconscious, wasn't bleeding to death on the ground, didn't seem to be dying. But she probably needed medical attention. She hid all of her face except for her eyes behind her hands, and had closed her eyes when she decided that Lee wasn't a zombie, because she was exclaiming 'oh god, am I going to turn into a zombie?'.

You need help?

"G'han we g'hall an ambulanth...?"

Her tongue moved in her mouth, and she discovered that some teeth were loose. Well THAT'S nice.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] "Now why," Alexander straightens up, giving Drew a rather disgusted look, "the hell would you wanna do that?"

[Drew Roscoe] Her eyes open and squint venomous daggers at Alex.

"Vine... I'll dake da fuggin' drain do da doc'der."

[Danicka] The corner of Danicka's mouth pulls out in a thin, somewhat shaky smile at Lee's return to her quip. "Tracks it is, then," she mutters, and goes to help drag bodies towards the edge of the platform. She helps Lee with the 'Mother'. Alex can get his own damn monster.

"I don't know, Alexander Vaughn," Danicka says levelly, trying to keep from getting blood on her skirt, where it will show. "Is that what you'd like be to be doing right now?"

She glances at Drew, doesn't answer. "And by the way. This is Pierotucci, not Burberry. Moron."

[Danicka] [Correction: Is that what you'd like ME to be doing]

[Lee Whelan] Except she gets there too late. Alex has already grabbed the broken, mucusy mess that was the mother. So Lee moves to assist with the removal of what was the twelve-foot-tall giant.

She hears but doesn't really pay attention to the interplay between Alex and V. She's got her hands under the creatures armpits and begins to drag him in the same direction Alex dropped its mother. Alone.

Once that's taken care of, she rises, and sways. Her wounds may be better than they were, but she still lost blood. There's still agonizing pain in her upper left arm. She looks at the blood drenched hole, and frowns. This is why she doesn't like buying clothes anymore.

[Lonna Larson] Her concern was with Drew, for the time being. Everyone else seemed to be okay, in one piece, and.. well.. neither zombies nor dying. The Child of Gaia was attempting to help her friend/neighbor/something up; when she spoke, it was quiet, and it was put together. She was a lot more calm about these things than she used to be.

"It'll be fine, I'll call Liam or Art or someone. They'll help you out," she tells her. Very calm, very collected, very... something.

[Lee Whelan] [*scratches out that Alone* *replaces it with: With Danicka's help.*]

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] "Hey bitch," Alexander bristles, picking his bloody axe up and wiping the shaft off with the tail of his shirt before flinging it all the way down the tunnel, "why don't you shut your face and go get a fucking manicure."

Then Lonna's speaking up about calling Liam or Art or someone, and Alex's face pulls with disgust. "Ugh," is all he says.

[Danicka] "That," Danicka says flatly, helping Lee push the mother off the edge of the platform, "was my two o'clock." She holds up her hand, nails out, to show him. "French tips, see?" Four of her fingers drop.

She stands straight again and looks at her hands, wipes them on her jacket, and goes over to retrieve her shopping bags.

[Drew Roscoe] Drew's gaze cut over to Alex again, and she wondered what his problem was with Art and this Liam guy. ...But then, when she thought about it and put Art's archetype next to what she was picking up this Alexander Vaughn's archetype was, they certainly didn't seem like they'd be buddy-buddy. Whatever. She wondered what Art or Liam (whoever that was) could do to help, but didn't say anything aloud. Instead she simply nodded and took what Lonna said at face value.

After all, men turned to wolves, and girls did too.
After all, beasts made of granite invited her to watch him kill them.
After all, fucking fire tornadoes exploded in basements.

Her eyes closed again, and she turned her head to spit more blood out gingerly.

[Lee Whelan] With the bodies removed to the tracks for the trains to deal with, and Lee is left only with the care of her wound, she walks across to the platform for the southbound train. She pulls out her BlackBerry and checks her messages. Danicka snaps at Alex. Lee glances over in time to see the blonde flip him the bird. A corner of her mouth quirks in a grin.

Lonna is helping with Drew. Alex and Danicka clearly can take care of themselves. Lee waits for the southbound train and wonders if it will be like New York. If she'll get on the train, and people will see the blood at her throat, see the way she gingerly moves her left arm, and gawk, or if they'll keep their eyes away.

She makes a bet with herself, and pulls up Tetris.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] Automatically, Alexander looks at the raised hand -- just in time to see five fingers become one. In spite of himself, the Glass Walker kinsman lets out a huff of a laugh.

"Fucking Silver Fangs," he says, offhandedly. For once, it's not an insult. Not deliberately, anyway. "Hey. Come on." Alex is turning his attention to easier prey, clapping his hands at Drew like one might a dog. "Get up. Train's coming. I think we should spread out, get on different cars, and get off at different stops. I'm going back to the Brotherhood."

[Danicka] [WP -3]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 4, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)

[Danicka] Danicka pauses. She picks up her bags in one hand, the same side her purse is on, slung over her shoulder. She turns on one heel and walks towards Alex-Alexander-Vaughn, her boots bringing her up to his natural height, and slaps him across the face, bristling with what would be rage, if she were not Kin.

"I am not a Fang."

[Drew Roscoe] 'Get up,' Alex said. Drew's eyes moved behind their lids in the direction of his voice, but her head was killing her, and it hurt to focus on anything anymore.

But he had a point. There were gunshots and screams, and it was time for her to get up. So she moved her blood-slick hands away from her mangled face, put them on the ground, and slowly, with a considerable wobble, forced herself up onto her feet. She'd sway, grab Lonna's jacket to keep herself upright, and squint cautiously at the ground, but she was up.

Somewhere in the background the woman she hadn't even looked at yet slapped Alex, insisted she wasn't a Fang, and frankly Drew didn't know what any of that meant so she didn't give a shit. Just opted to let the crazies go about their crazy business, and hoped Lonna'd be nice enough to help her away.

[Lonna Larson] "Hey, Lee?" she asks. "Call me when you get home, please?"

Concerned. Yes, and all sorts of other things. With that, the blonde started to head off with the bloodied Fenrir.

"I guess that's where we've gotta head too," she said, "I should probably... yeah."

She lost her train of thought. Flittered off and away.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] That was so unexpected Alex just sort of ... takes it with a blink.

It's over after she's done, and three seconds have gone by, that he bursts out laughing. "Damn, girl! Give your norse ancestors my apologies!"

There are lights down the tunnel, now. A rush of warm wind from the oncoming train. Alex breaks from Danicka, jogging down to the end of the platform where the first car will stop.

"If you guys are going to the BroHo," he calls down to Lonna and Drew, "I'm gonna get off at Grant Park instead."

[Lee Whelan] Lee listens to Alex try to call Drew as if she were some sort of animal, and she bristles. She doesn't even exit out of game when she slips it into her pocket. She turns to approach him, but Danicka is already on her way, and she looks furious.

Face flushed with rage, eyes flashing, Danicka is gorgeous. The sight reminds her, oddly, of her mother. Though Lee never saw her mother rage, she imagines that if she had, she would look like Danicka looks right now.

Lonna asks her to call when she gets home. Lee looks at her, jaw clenched, and nods once. When the train arrives, Lee makes sure that she's on it, and headed not toward The Brotherhood, where she knows someone can heal her.

[Lonna Larson] (Que? per+empathy, diff 6, -2 (oww))
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 5, 9, 10 (Failure at target 6)

[Danicka] This time she is startled rather than infuriated. She sets her jaw, the hand that slapped him curling into a fist. She shakes her head, walking across the platform towards her former roommate. Another glance is thrown at Lonna and Drew, who apparently know Liadan, but Danicka does not offer them healing, or help. And she could. But she does go over to Lee, shifting some bags around so she's using both hands to carry them.

Lee doesn't see her. Lee gets on a train. Danicka stands still, gives a Hmm, then continues on the way she was going before: up the stairs, out of the station.

[Drew Roscoe] Everyone seemed to be talking about The Brotherhood, and Drew pressed out through her broken, bloodied mouth, gingerly talking around the loose teeth and the fact that the sound of her own voice made her brain throb.

"Not s'pposed to go to th'Bruddahood..."

Oh, wow. That's neat. Break Drew's face, she talks like Joe.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] "Well, I don't care where you go as long as it's not where I am!" Alex calls back, cheerfully.

The train arrives. He squints in the face of the wind and then, without bothering to wait for departing passengers to finish exiting first, shoulders his way onto the train. The kinsman isn't tall; he easily fades into the sunday afternoon crowds.

[Lonna Larson] She inhales, "okay, then we're going home. I'll- we'll figure this out later... sir?"

Yes, she was calling Alexander Vaughn sir. She didn't know she was supposed to despise him. She didn't know that the was supposed to grate her nerves worse than anything. She just knew that he was some guy that was supposed to get off somewhere.

"You just go, we'll get off somewhere else."

Good enough.

[Alexander Madoc Vaughn] (w00t. thanks for the fun!)