[Nessa] Nessa walks into the commons room from the hallway; her pace is not fast, her step quiet. The sundress she wears is sweet, feminine, and in a white and black little floral print; there is a delicate, subtle string of pearls, nice ones, stolen some time ago.
And something else on a necklace around ehr neck, which disappears into her dress, some sort of pendant perhaps.
She probably has an armory on too; the dress may not be exactly a dress, but might separate to allow access to the knife at her waistband. Her thighs might have blades strapped to them. The glass of wine in her hand--
Is a simple Pinot Noir.
The woman ponders, her toes bare under the criss cross of leather thong holding her feet in the pair of heels. A thinking sort of kin, this one, tonight.
[Marrick Fisher] (is she coherent today?)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Marrick Fisher] (wait, I rolled the wrong number of dice, one moment!)
[Marrick Fisher] (accurate roll)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Nessa] (No change !*LOL*)
[John Thornton] ((mind if I throw in this one?))
[Marrick Fisher] (go for it!)
[Marrick Fisher] She came out of her room, hair tangled and changed into pajamas; Marrick was ready to go to bed. But... for her part, she was killing time. Marrick was fighting sleep like a four-year-old. She was finding excuses to be awake- she wanted a drink of water. She was hungry. She needed to get a bed time story, she needed a shower, she needed-
She needed to be able to be awake for a period indefinite.
So, there she was, in a pair of red track shorts and a tank top that (for once) actually fit her. When she came out, she had expected to be alone. Marrick Fisher- Bones to Dust- was sorely mistaken.
[Nessa] She looks about the room oddly, this common's area, as if seeing it for the first time. From an outsider's view. It appears so perfectly normal and harmless.
Someone has left a copy of Dog Fancy, open to a monthly pampered pet centerfold. Nessa stares at it, and jerks her head away.
[John Thornton] Slow steps are heard on the stairwell leading to the common room upstairs in the Brotherhood, steps of a cadence that was perhaps calm, resigned, or intoxicated. Then, as a ghost rising from a crypt, the figure of a weary man rises into view from the landing.
A mop of furrowed brown hair frames a pale deadpan expression, with eyes of hazel ringed in circles so dark as to appear blacked by some unnamed fist. His clothing is muted, his shirt a purple shade worn open at the collar, a darker shade to match on the striped purple and gray tie hanging askew and loosened about his neck. His pants were the color of charcoal, his dress shoes shined in black polish. A black trench hangs unbuttoned from his shoulders, its fabric swaying with each step, giving mere glimpses of the polished five-pointed star upon his hip, periodically conforming to the non-visible mass at his left ribcage.
In short, John looked as always he has... Save now in a rumpled, subdued form. His clothing was wrinkled, as though he hadn't thought to iron it. Or perhaps, in another light, hadn't cared enough to iron it. The dark circles about his eyes bespoke of sleep so scant as to be non-existent, even by his spartan standards... And the furrowed trails of his fingers still visible in his scalp indicated more than a few moments spent with his head resting in his palm.
In one hand is a bottle of scotch whiskey... In the other, a glass tumbler of ice.
[Marrick Fisher] She looked at Nessa for a moment, and the ahroun approached with a quiet sort of caution. Her presence was felt before it was heard; she had a curiosity to her that one would think was only reserved for Uktena and the foolhearty. Marrick looked at Nessa- blue eyes, blonde hair, and wide awake. Marrick cleared her throat, and then spoke.
"You lookin' fer somethin'?"
[Nessa] Pressure. Anger. Tension. HInts of it move with Marrick, some garou attitude or whatever rage is which touches Nessa lightly at first, soon more firmly. Its the woman, who has changed the room.
However, not knowing What exactly or Who exactly she is, marrick isnt off limits-- per se-- yet, is she?
"Victory?" Her humor. It's not precisely... funny. Nessa's voice is rather alto, rather calm today, as if she is carefully pronoucing each word with similar calm inflection, purposefully not reacting. "No, just considering whether I shoudl come here or not. To stay. Short term, da?
And then, she turns.
Ouch. Nessa winces when she sees her friend; she hadn't sat yet, doesn't need to rise to glide over to him. "You look like shit. When did you last have anything but alcohol to drink?" For it has to have been aro und a couple years, at least.
[John Thornton] John enters the room with a simple shrug, his mouth widening into a not-a-smile. Then, with a nod to the blond he'd met the other evening (Marrick) and another to Nessa, he places the bottle of scotch and the tumbler on the coffee table before taking off his trench.
"It's been..."
A hand runs through the mop of brown hair, as a curious brow raises.
Then, with a simple shake of the head, he tosses the trench carelessly over the back of the chair he'd selected. Taking his seat slowly, John leans over to the coffee table and begins unscrewing the lid of the scotch.
"...awhile. Sometime... today, maybe."
As he speaks, he doesn't stop in his actions, the scotch emptying from the bottle into the glass until the tumbler was full.
[Alexander Vaughn] Normally, by this time of night, Alexander's asleep and Room 4 is quiet. Not tonight. The door is closed, but drums are loud, and when Alex starts up -- throwing himself abruptly into a complex groove -- the whole damn second floor can hear it.
At 11pm. On a weeknight.
[Marrick Fisher] Nessa gives her hint of humor and the blonde Fury, for her part... didn't get it. She cocked her head to the side ever so slightly. She didn't blink and she didn't do much else. The girl crossed her arms across her chest and stood stark and balanced. Nessa said that she was considering making this her residence, and the Fury too a second to consider.
Thoughtful took an edge off the Rage.
"S'a cool place, it's kinda like college," or what she thinks college would be like. Dorm-style living at hits finest. She might have had more to say, but for the time being she took a moment to regard the rumpled detective.
[Nessa] Her shawl is draped across a chair at the table; inside, adn on such a warm night, she doesn't need it over her sundress. Glass of wine in hand, she ponders John, and what to do about him.
What she does, is similiar to what someone had done for her, in a different form, in a different place.
"Tonight, I will not preach at you, John, will make sure you get home safely, as you have done for me. However. Tomorrow, we talk, da? For there are things you should know about Mrena. But you must be sober, to hear them. Will you remember?"
The second floor explodes a la Alex. Nessa starts, nearly tosses herself to one side out of the explosion's way. Problem is, music is very hard to dodge.
"What hell is that?"
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Gabbie was getting home late tonight. Or, well, one of her homes anyways. The place where some family and most of her things reside. She was dressed down, for Gabbie standards, in a pair of snug fashionably distressed jeans, ankle-high brown boots fashioned after a cowboy's but made feminine and with a soft leather, and a loose, easy-breathing top colored in peach tones, styled as a halter but with a bronze chain that looped around the back of her neck like jewelry rather than fabric. Her hair was twisted into a sloppy almost-bun at one side of her head, and she was carrying a tote bag over one shoulder.
In through the back door, up the stairs, into the common room. A rudimentary skim of the room was made as she walked through it-- three faces, all vaguely familiar but none that she would classify as 'friend'. So she passed through.
The drums were going, her roomie was awake. If she were wearing a watch she'd glance at it. She could've sworn it was past his bedtime.
The noise got louder as she got to her door, and when she opened it almost deafening, but she adjusted quickly enough, and all sound seemed dampened, like there was water in her ears, if those sounds were not coming from the drum kit. She shut the door behind her, to muffle the sound to the other guests out in the common room or in their respective bedrooms, and glanced to the dark-haired Kinfolk that had invaded her space so abruptly.
The last time they spoke anything more than one or two words was the night that things wound up in the hall, and needless to say those were not kind words.
She paused, then moved over to the dresser to unpack clothes and a bikini swimsuit from her tote bag. As she passed the drums, she offered a greeting to the man behind them. "Evening."
[Marrick Fisher] bahdatibahdatibapbapbap-
Drumming, oh hey.
-badabambahboobahTING-
There was loud drumming.
The Fury growled under her breath; there was drumming. There was drumming and it was loud and- and it was keeping her awake. Hey, she thought, this is keeping me awake. And, for the moment, the blodne could tolerate the sound. Her muscles tensed, and her arms stayed rather comfortably folded across her chest.
[John Thornton] As for John, when the drum beat starts, his hand moves in a motion all too casual for its speed to the grip of the .45 caliber pistol at his ribs. Then, as the true nature of the sound registers, he shrugs.
"Sounds like a drum solo..."
Downing a solid quarter of the glass tumbler's contents in one fell swallow, John takes a moment to refill the glass before screwing the lid back on the bottle of scotch. He seems to consider for a few moments, a curious brow raised, as the piercing hazel gaze focuses on Nessa for a time.
"Tomorrow... What things?"
[Aidan Whelan] Thursday night, and what better time for a walk along the lake? The normal working crowd were all at home by now. The moon was out. The weather was lovely.
And somehow... Aidan's steps had taken him in a different direction than he'd initially planned upon, but that was alright. He didn't let himself read too much into it. The earbuds from his iPod sent a steady pulse of music to his ears, giving the landscape a soundtrack. Tonight it was Portishead's Third, and Aidan closed his eyes for a moment as he walked, absorbed in his own little world.
I battle my thoughts
I find I can’t explain
I’ve traveled so far
But somehow feel the same
The breeze coming off the water was cool as it hit the skin on his arms, and he opened his eyes. A familiar sight up ahead caught his attention, although of course he'd known it was there all along, and he began to walk more purposefully toward it. It was the door to the kitchen that he eventually made his way through, bypassing the public area altogether in favor of ascending the stairs that took him up into the common room.
Drums. They interrupted the pulse of his music, but that was alright since he was in the midst of turning it off, anyway. Plucking the buds out of his ears, Aidan wound the cord around the iPod and stuck it back into the pocket of his jeans.
[Nessa] "Be sober and find out. Nine o clock. I will be tired then from working; if you have food then, would be appreciated. "
Extortion! Bribery! There's surely yet another crime being committed by Nessa, for all she smiles with all apparent gentleness at the man in front of her. Yes, gentleness on the face of a woman whose soul radiates Thunder's Touch.
True or False?
Nessa watches Gabbie go without comment; someone else is coming up the stairs, and she walks to the pool table to ponder its mysteries while Aidan enters the room.
"Privyet," the Russian woman offers, as her hair tie drops to the floor, freeing the mass of black curls from entrapment.
[Alexander Vaughn] Alexander barely looks over at Gabbie as she enters. After the initial onslaught he's settled into a steady midtempo groove. His attention's on the drums, grip solid, joints loose. He's a talented drummer. Not the best by far; but quite good.
"Hiya sweetpea."
There's no explanation for why he's still up at this hour. He's in basketball shorts and the usual sleeveless tee; this one reads GATORS. As in, University of Florida. One imagines that's his alma mater.
"Good day at school today?"
[Alexander Vaughn] (how well are we playing tonight?)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 3, 3, 7, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] "School's out, Alex."
She states that in a tone that's patient and calm, but made to be so. It sounded like she was mentally and emotionally exhausted, like a whole lot of too much had happened in the past few days. She hadn't been in her bed two nights in a row, so either she'd been out of town or she'd found a bed elsewhere within the city. Which made sense, a rich girl like her couldn't have a room above a restaurant as her only place to live.
"And school or not, no it wasn't good."
A pair of pants and a shirt were tucked away in her dresser drawers, the swimsuit, a pretty turquoise and bright orange thing that looked like it was comprised mostly of strings, was placed with her undergarments, and then the tote bag itself was folded up and placed in the closet. Sighing a little, she moved over to the desk chair, twisted it around to face the room rather than the wall, and sat there to begin removing her boots.
[Aidan Whelan] He glanced over at Nessa, and recognition dawned on him after a moment. He'd never caught the woman's name, of course, but it was hard to forget seeing someone throw a knife at the back of a police officer.
Especially since he'd later slept with said individual, and that didn't exactly win Aidan over to the black haired woman's cause. He offered her a little nod as their eyes caught and she greeted him in what sounded like... possibly Russian or something Eastern European. He didn't stick around to find out. Instead he left the common room and walked the short distance to Gabbie's room, where that incessant drumming was coming from. The door was cracked open, and he pushed it the rest of the way to regard the two occupants.
Gabbie was afforded a warm smile. Alexander was ignored.
"Evening." He had to raise his voice to be heard over the racket.
[Alexander Vaughn] "Christ, you're a mopey little bore," Alexander replies, cheerfully.
And then Aidan opens the door. And says hi. And Alexander scowls at him. "Hey, dickface, ever heard of knocking?"
[John Thornton] The not-a-smile returns, as John nods and then takes another solid swallow of the amber liquid in his glass.
"Tomorrow it is... That diner in Cabrini..."
The hazel eyes turn to Marrick, the curious brow raising.
"How are things coming with the warzone-to-be?"
Another swallow of the scotch... John's face was just beginning to flush, perhaps the merest hint of the alcohol's effect upon him.
[Marrick Fisher] Inhale.
For her part, she was ever so curious. And she... well, she thought she smelled something. Or maybe she heard something. The Fury took her time, and was quiet for the time being. She didn't speak to the detective or the Eastern European woman; because of the drumming it was hard to make out from the-
Oh, hey, drumming stopped.
How are things coming with the warzone-to-be?
"We've got our work cut out for us," she stated. "It'll be worth it, though. Has a lotta potential."
[Gabbie Bellamonte] "Well you weren't too cheery after an evening with my sister and Sam either...," she responded with a faint scowl. Of course she didn't know that he'd met Sam, but she assumed. Lately wherever her sister was, Sam was a few steps behind. So if Alexander had the pleasure of encountering Katherine, then he likely came face to face with the tall blond Modi as well.
One boot was removed, tucked beside the chair, and she was leaned forward working on the other when the door pushed open. Her eyes lifted, settled on Aidan's beautiful face, then immediately flickered toward Alex to gauge the gruff man's response to the pretty boy's presence.
Snark, but no fists. She could handle that. She spoke up, hoping to cut Aidan off before he had a chance to be a smartass right back.
"He's okay, Alex. You're not nude or sleeping and the same applies to me." Then, to Aidan. "Hey. How are you?"
[Nessa] "No. Your place. No where public, is not for other ears."
She leaves the pool sticks where they are. No playmates. With a sigh, Nessa stares at the hallway going to the rooms , and turns to collect her things from the chair. A fringy shawl. A rather large leather purse.
"Warzone? Is place kin need to avoid?" Someplace else she shouldnt be that she might be anyways? For instance?
[Aidan Whelan] Gabbie attempted to cut off any remarks on his part, but he gave one anyway.
"Would you have heard it?" Flicking his gaze to Alex, you'd never know that not too long ago, Aidan had been lying in a hospital bed because of this particular individual. The most that one could read in his eyes right now was a lazy sort of disdain, and barely even that.
Back to Gabbie, he offered a little knowing half-smile. Perhaps her comment had given him an amusing mental image. How was he? Well, that depended on the moment. In many ways he was doing very well. In another... not so much. He didn't talk about that though. Not while Alexander fucking Vaughn was in the room.
"Oh, I'm just lovely, dahling. Thought I might come by and distract you."
[John Thornton] He nods to Nessa...
"My place it is... As for the warzone-to-be... You would be wise to avoid it. It's a rough section of Cabrini."
Turning to Marrick, John nods, his brow raising curiously.
"Did you or the younger guy have any time to consider my offer?"
[Alexander Vaughn] He's okay, Gabbie says. Alex snorts. He's indeed stopped playing -- stopped the instant Aidan's pretty mug showed up.
He gathers the featherweight drumsticks up, slides them under the bass drum.
"Sure he's okay. He just keeps sending girls and Garou to fight his battles for him. What's up, Aidan? Are you here to goad Gabbie into trying to attack me again? Should I step out? Would that make it easier for you?"
[Seamus MacKenzie] (( open? and Locations if so?))
to Aidan Whelan, Alexander Vaughn, Gabbie Bellamonte, John Thornton, Marrick Fisher, Nessa
[Marrick Fisher] "We're still considering. Got any intelligence?"
She had to ask, but they may as well ask. She kept her arms folded, weight planted. She waited patiently and listened. After awhile, she moved to go get a book off the nearest bookshelf.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Gabbie had her second boot off, in her hand, and a serious impulse to lob it across the room, over the top of the drumset, and right at Alex's thick thick skull. But she didn't. The last time she'd thrown shoes she lost her armchair. The back had broken, the poor thing wasn't built to withstand projection. So she'd had to throw it out, and had yet to get anything to replace it. Probably wouldn't, now that the drums were taking up so much room.
Instead, calmly, she placed the boot beside the other and addressed Alex.
"Shut up, Alex, please. It's over, it's done with, stop picking fights. I'm sorry for losing my temper with you, but Aidan did not, I repeat, did not ask me to come throw a tissy at you. I apologize, I was rash."
That came out more business-like and diplomatic than she'd wanted. Truth be told she intended to apologize to him tonight, but she wanted it to be softer, more friendly. She didn't want to hate her roommate. Hopefully he could just accept it as it was, and if not she'd rehash later when Aidan wasn't around to get his hackles up.
As for Aidan, she turned her clear blue eyes on him next and smiled faintly, almost apologetically. "What exactly did you plan on distracting me from? Or is it the other way around, distracting to be distracted?"
[Aidan Whelan] [Man+Sub - I feel so betrayed!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 2, 2, 6 (Failure at target 6)
[Nessa] (Commons room)
to Aidan Whelan, Alexander Vaughn, Gabbie Bellamonte, John Thornton, Marrick Fisher
[John Thornton] John's brow remains raised, the not-a-smile remaining upon the otherwise deadpan expression.
"What I gave you last time proved I can hold up my end... The ball is in your court now.
Should I find anything I can't use, you'll hear it first."
With that, John downs the remainder of the tumbler's contents, his jaw tightening as the liquor burned his throat. The flush of color about his cheeks seems to deepen as time progresses, the volume of alcohol becoming more visibly apparent even as he reaches for the bottle of scotch and begins unscrewing the lid once more. The dry cubes are swiftly re-submerged within the amber liquor.
[Nessa] For once, Nessa watches the two, this stranger and John, wihtout joining in. Undoubtedlyi she shoudl introduce herself. LIkely, if she does, the woman, who seems nto an indecent sort, will go on the shut-up-and-take-it list.
Therefore.
The Russian refrains from any sort of introduction, and merely smiles sweetly to both John and Merrick, before heading downstairs for the evneing.
[Marrick Fisher] "I'll keep in touch," she stated. All business in a youthful, athletic frame. She looked at the book that she'd picked out. 1984. Marrick had never actually gotten all the way through it.
He was drinking something that smelled like... well, she wasn't sure, but is smelled like it had a high alcohol content. Something amber- scotch or whiskey or something to that effect. The Fury regarded him with brows knit. Nessa smiles sweetly, and she gets an upward nod of a goodbye.
"This yer first bottle tonight?"
[Aidan Whelan] At this, he eyed Gabbie, and although he made an attempt to keep the emotion out of his eyes... he didn't succeed.
She was actually apologizing. And while, true, he was frankly concerned that she had attempted to fight his battle for him (that had not been his wish)... he was also oddly irritated by the fact that she'd so easily forgiven the transgression. Especially now that she knew why Aidan had stepped between Alex and Taggart that night, thereby starting the whole silly mess to begin with.
A moment ago, he'd been cool as a fucking icicle. Now he had to take in a breath and let it out slowly to not say anything he might regret.
"Roommate frustrations. But I see you no longer have any of those." He offered the girl a thin smile, then turned and left to go back to the common room.
[Alexander Vaughn] Aidan looks visibly annoyed. Alex looks ... pleased as punch, actually. He smirks as the redhead turns to go.
"Man," he's not even trying to lower his voice, "he really is a bitchy little shit, isn't he? Anyway," he continues, "he might not have asked you, but you really think he'd tell you if he wasn't hoping you'd do something about it or at least go there-there-poor-baby at him? You think he'd be pouting off like that if he really didn't want anything? Pffft."
[John Thornton] Hazel eyes turn to Nessa as she makes her departure...
"Tomorrow."
Then, as they return to Marrick, the not-a-smile returns, the curious brow dropping to its more normal height.
"So far... Don't worry; I had... a couple glasses at the bar before I opened this bottle."
A hand rakes through the brown hair as he considers, hazel eyes tracking up and to his left as the detective tries to recall just how many that couple really was. He drinks another quarter tumbler swallow, the tightening of his jaw more pronounced, the glass coming to rest on the coffee table slightly less smoothly than it had in previous trips.
[Aidan Whelan] [WP]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Gabbie frowned softly, the expression a touch confused, mostly concerned, and a little sad. Hardly angry, though, even if it was a little upset. Aidan made his comment and turned to leave the room, and Gabbie's muscles tensed like she was going to get up to go after him, but thoughts kept her from doing so. He would perhaps want to cool off, maybe go to Taggart's room to speak with him instead. And, truth be told, Gabbie was entirely too exhausted in more ways than just one to try and apologize twice in one night, to backpedal and make everything right.
She was worried she may snap at him herself, then they'd be fighting rather than one individual in the doghouse. She didn't want to fight. She let him go.
Instead, sighing quietly, she looked at Alex, shook her head, then moved to the dresser they shared, checking her reflection in the mirror that was connected to the top of the piece of furniture, removing her earrings and taking her hair down. She gave Alex her back, but watched the reflection of his face.
"Well I have no doubt that you, in your own way, complained about him and Hatchet handing you your rear end to your pack of friends." That's right, that 'bitchy little shit' punched Alex out, and Gabbie reminded of that. Would you like whipped cream on your humble pie? "And it seems to me all he wants is a friend who'll be on his side. I do owe that to him, he's always there for me. So, I suppose I should tell you this: If you don't like Aidan, that's fine by me, I don't expect you to, but I'd rather you not go out of your way to harass him, and I wish you wouldn't speak bad about him in front of me."
[Marrick Fisher] "Just keep sharp," she insisted. It was as close to concern as the Fury could get. She did not know this man. She did not know what he lost, but she knew that look in his eyes. She had spoken to Boy about it before. She nodded to herself. "Y'ain't doin' yourself or anyone else any good if yer out in lala land."
He was headed out to the common room, and Marrick caught the movement at the corner of her eye. The Fury looked at him for a moment; they didn't really know each other. She didn't know what he did for a living, where he was from or whether or not he preferred thin crust to thick crust pizza. She knew he wasn't that fond of Liz Phair.
"Aidan, hey," she said. Hey, like a greeting. Not quite as enthusiastic as a fanatical fangirl, but more the kind of pleasant surprise that came with finding five dollars you didn't think you had.
[Aidan Whelan] By the time Aidan got back out into the common room, he was practically livid. And to top things off, he was livid with himself for being angry to begin with. For letting something so patently stupid actually get to him. He'd heard every damn word that Alex had said, and fuck if it wasn't exactly the kind of thing which would make any Fianna's blood boil.
A shame he wasn't garou. A shame his anger didn't crackle around him like a halo, like it would if he were, say... Marrick.
She caught him at an awkward moment, where his teeth were grinding and his hand was clenched, nails digging little half-moons into the flesh of his palm.
"Hey Marrick," he responded in surprise, doing his best not to let her think that his anger was in any way directed at her. There was a forced smile given, but anyone with half a brain would be able to tell that he was upset right now.
Inhale.
He'd stopped himself in the hall. Stopped himself from running back in there and trying to clock Alex in the face. He should really go back and do that.
Exhale.
No, that would be stupid.
Oh...just... fuck it.
"Will you... excuse me, for a moment?"
Suddenly, he turned and marched back down the hallway, swinging back into Gabbie's room and fixing Alex with a steady gaze. "Care to repeat any of that when my back isn't turned?"
[Alexander Vaughn] "Actually, sweetpea?" He swivels around in his stool to face Gabbie, still behind his complex phalanx of drums and cymbals. "I didn't complain to anyone about Aidan. I just found his little ass and kicked his face in. Only people I spoke to about Aidan were the girls that were trying to scratch my eyes out on his behalf because, oh geez, I kicked his face in.
"Which, I gotta admit, sort of mystifies me because somehow -- despite reminding me repeatedly that he managed to tap my lights out ...after Hatchet did most the work -- none of you crazy bitches seem to get that he started that shit."
He reaches out and taps his fingers on his snare drum; then reaches under it to fiddle with the snare. "Also," lazily, "answer me this. Why exactly are you protecting him? Why do you owe him friendship, exactly? I don't know, I just moved in, so maybe you guys go way back, but as far as I can see, you seem to be coddling him because he's the only thing you've found that's more pitiful than you are."
-- ow?
"And if that's the case," Alex finishes, with a grin that bares his teeth, "you should let me introduce you to the Bookworm. Because she's way more pathetic than even Aidan. You'd love coddling her."
[Alexander Vaughn] --and, since Aidan has come back into the room: Alexander tips him a little salute right around I kicked his face in and keeps on talking.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [WP: We're being civil, damn it!]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 2, 3, 3, 5, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Aidan Whelan] [WP - %^$+^&!!!!!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 7, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Toia] [Heh. I'm almost scared to come IC.]
[Alexander Vaughn] (pfft, come on in, the water's fine.)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Aidan got a salute from the man behind the drumkit, and that was all, to acknowledge that Aidan had, in fact, heard what the other man said about him behind his back. Gabbie wasn't sure if Aidan realized that Alex would have said it directly to his face if he'd stuck around long enough or not, but that was beside the point. Alex had turned to face her, talked to her like she was stupid, and she could handle that. It's how he spoke to everyone, and he did have a bit of a point. Aidan did enter a fight that wasn't his. As for whether Hatchet started it or not she didn't really know or care, Hatchet wasn't involved in this right now.
But when he went to calling Aidan and Gabriella both pathetic in one breath, she locked her jaw, closed her eyes, and tried to take a calming breath. In through the nose, out through the mouth. They're only words, only words.
Pathetic.
You're a fucking coward, Gabbie.
And she snapped. She spun about on her bare foot and stalked toward the drumkit as she spoke, her voice low and even in a way that was almost more dangerous, more infuriated than what yelling would be. "Alexander, do you have some sort of a complex? A good reason for taking others by the throat and dragging them into the dirt at every given opportunity? Did your parents not love you enough when you were a child? Are you upset that you weren't born Garou? Are you compensating for something?"
She reached the drumkit, moved so that she was standing in the space that Alex would use to move out from behind it and into the rest of the room, and clenched her hands into fists so that she wouldn't grab his shirt and shake him vigorously by it. "What the HELL is your problem?!"
[John Thornton] At Marrick's words, John's eyes become haunted, as though he were seeing something other than the reality playing out before them.
"Some dreams are... better than others. Lala land included."
With that, the detective drains the last of the tumbler, several large gulps of amber liquor disappearing as the mostly melted ice cubes within are once again exposed. Placing the glass on the table absently, John takes the bottle of scotch whiskey in hand and stands. His pace is slow, slower than for any sober person, though his step is more controlled than the lurching gait of most inebriated drinkers.
He almost starts down the hall toward Mrena's room, the not-a-smile wide upon his lips as habit compels him to the action, before stopping a mere two steps into the motion. The not-a-smile dies, the thousand yard stare giving way to eyes that view reality with disbelief. Hazel eyes that watched as though what he knew to be reality and what he could accept were not the same, and until they were, reality was lying.
He turns, stiffly... A hand raking the thick mop of brown hair once again in dismay as he starts down the stairs to the first floor.
[Aidan Whelan] "Hey douchebag, you seem to be conveniently forgetting the fact that you started that shit by randomly attacking my... friend."
In the heat of the moment, he'd paused at the mention of Taggart... almost perhaps called him something other than 'friend.' And the falter was obvious to anyone who might be paying attention, but then... Gabbie stepped up just then to do a more than adequate job in providing a distraction, and while she threw a fit in Alex's general direction, Aidan raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise and stepped forward... just in case the man happened to respond to her violently.
[Toia] Second floor to the Brotherhood is somewhere that she's told she can get a room for the night. She'd called ahead, way ahead, two days ahead - at least, to make sure that all was fine. She needed somewhere to crash, to sleep off the travels, somewhere to kick back, call home without worrying about doors being kicked in while she was trying to recoup.
John was coming down the stairs, just as another person was coming up.
Pale skin, paler eyes, and pale hair. A bright red t.shirt, complete with trendy tears and a black singlet beneath. Low slung, skinny jeans, were in a pair of boots strapped up the calves.
She slides to the side, putting her back to the wall to let him on past, tracking John with her gaze.
[John Thornton] John, for his part, just continues his slow, measured pace down the stairwell. Shaking his head slightly as he goes...
((That does it for me, folks. *wave* Thanks for the rp and goodnight))
[Alexander Vaughn] Let's get something straight.
One of the most brutal things about Alexander is not the fists, not the fury, not even the spitting invectives that hurtle out of his mouth. It's that sometimes, he's capable of unleashing buckets of hurt without so much as losing his temper. Or his cool. Or his grin, even. It's that when he lays into Gabbie, or Aidan, or Lee, or whomever the fuck, half the time he's not mad; he's just ... laying into them. Ripping into them. Out of callous disregard, out of self-centered lack of empathy, out of disgust or disdain; out of anything but anger.
But when Gabriella says, weren't born Garou, some fine thread of smirking amusement snaps. He stands up so fast his stool topples over, narrowly avoiding putting a hole in his bass drum.
The tendons in his neck stand out when he shouts at Gabbie:
"MY PROBLEM IS YOU.
"You, and you," he jabs his fingers at Gabbie, at Aidan, "and all the rest of you blind, wimpy little kinfolk who are so damn happy to be mediocre and hide behind the nearest big bad wolf. Nevermind if they walk all over you! No problem! Part of the fun! My god! You love being a pushover so much that you'll coddle anyone else who's a goddamn pushover. And god forbid someone other than one of your precious furry friends actually takes a stand for himself!"
[Toia] She let out a lost whistle when she got to the second floor, with shouting echoing through the walls. If she tried she could make out some of those yelled words, but as it was, she was a little more intent on having a glance around the second floors common room for indication of people.
"Not going to get much sleep tonight, " she had mumbled to herself, lifting her brows in a non-impressed sort of way. But nor was she very surprised at the thought.
[Ewan Selwyn] (( Alex should meet Seamus. lol
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[Alexander Vaughn] (*LOL*)
to Ewan Selwyn
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Gabbie took note of the exact point at which the smirk was wiped off Alex's face. She'd hit a soft point, discovered something. That was stored away, perhaps for later use, analysis, something. His stool wobbled dangerously and tipped to hit the floor, almost ruined the big bass drum but, luckily, did not. He loomed over her, which didn't take much. He wasn't terribly tall, but neither was Gabbie, and gender difference gave him a five inch advantage. But she didn't quaver, didn't shy away from him when he did this.
He roared at her.
She roared right back.
"YOU THINK WE'RE HAPPY?!" She was clenching her fists so hard that her short but nicely kept nails bit into the heels of her hands. Her shoulders were trembling, not with hurt but with utter rage, with a lowercase 'r'. "None of us have an easy life, are merely content to hide behind others! We've accepted what we are, what about you, hmm?? You're bitter," as she says the word, she jabs a finger in the air toward his face, a few inches shy of shoving it into his mouth. "that you weren't the 'chosen one', and so you take it out on everyone around you! Grow the fuck up and get over yourself!"
[Ewan Selwyn] (( Seamus is the other side. he's really nice.. but he'll shoot a bitcch RIGHT in the eye if pressed. Doesnt' belive in hiding behind garou either))
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[Ewan Selwyn] *Slipping though the back door he looked around the kitchen. This place tended to get his rage up, but the moon was very very new in the sky so he figured he'd swing though and see what all the fuss was about.
Moving to the stairs he headed back up to the common room. He'd been here before but not at all often.
At the top of the steps he pauses hearing raised voices as well.
Ewan wasn't much to look at. Tall, 6'4" boney, skinny. Dressed in Chuck Tailors, jeans with one knee blown out, a black longg sleeved teeshirt with a crimson red short sleeved tee over it with "WELCOME TO THE NEXT LEVEL" On it. On his head a cap with golden exclimation point on it.
He took in the common room with glassy clear blue eyes and tilted his head to listen*
[Marrick Fisher] Marrick had her book, and the Fenrir was headed down the stairs. She looked at him for a moment, but then she saw him going down the stairs and on the way out. She knew that look. She knew it because she'd seen it time and time again. But when all was said and done, John was headed down the stairs and-
MY PROBLEM IS YOU.
"Sonofabitch-" she inhaled and headed off to the hall quickly. The Fury abandoned her book, leaving Goerge Orwell to fend for himself.
The blonde made her way down the hall to the sound of the commotion; last time she had been near Gabriella's door, she had been taking things out of the room and piling them up as though she had been a participant in a particularly nasty breakup. And, while-
YOU THINK WE'RE HAPPY?!
The Fury stood in the hall and, given who and how she was, she could not help herself-
"Th' fuck is goin' on here?"
[Aidan Whelan] There are many things that Aidan could be justifiably called. Many rather unpleasant things. But pushover was one that he did not like to hear, especially not now. Not when he'd been waiting EIGHT FUCKING DAYS for Taggart to say one word to him other than mah bitches.
You could say it was something of a sore spot. So while Gabbie and Alex screamed at each other, Aidan stood quietly still until the limits of his self-control smashed headlong into a wall, and he suddenly threw himself at the shorter but much more muscular man.
"Leave her the fuck alone!"
Gabbie told Alex to grow up. She'd probably be telling him the same thing in a couple of moments.
[Inits, wee ^^]
[Aidan Whelan] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Init +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Ewan Selwyn] Ohh!! +7
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 8
[Alexander Vaughn] +7!
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 3 (Failure at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Action: Meatshield // Keep Aidan and Alex separate]
[Alexander Vaughn] (1a. shove gabbie behind him b. headbutt aidan)
[Aidan Whelan] [Punch Alex]
[Aidan Whelan] [Oh, with WP!]
[Alexander Vaughn] (orite, me too)
[Aidan Whelan] [Dex+Brawl]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 5, 5, 8, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Toia] She stays in the common room doorway, watching down the hallway.
[staying out of it, on test-play.]
[Ewan Selwyn] (( Gonna clunk their heads togerher like Mo!
wait.. Not actually in it))
[Aidan Whelan] [Str+2]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 3, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan walked over to the archway and glanced to Toia and raised a brow as if silently asking her what the ruckus is about*
[Alexander Vaughn] soak!
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 3, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander Vaughn] (headbutt -- rolling it as a punch, -3 for split.)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 3, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP] Re-rolls: 2
[Alexander Vaughn] (damage +2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 4, 5, 6, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Aidan Whelan] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 3, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Keep them boys apart-- Grapple Alex]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 2, 6, 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander Vaughn] Gabbie's attempt to play meatshield fails pretty badly: Alexander simply shoves her out of the way, behind him. She better not trip over his drums. Then Aidan's stepping up with a punch and Alexander's not ducking from it but stepping into it. The redhead's fist glances off his cheekbone, leaving a mark that'll be a bruise in twenty minutes. Alex's head cracks off the other man's face, but it's not so well-aimed this time.
Then Gabbie's jumping Alexander from behind, which predictably only serves to infuriate him more. "Get off me!" he shouts at her and -- more or less carrying her along -- steps up with fists flying.
[Alexander Vaughn] (7+)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 6 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] And then all hell exploded in Room 4.
The ruckus had drawn a crowd-- two blonds, one very earthy looking and the other utterly surreal, and a tall man with dark hair all crowded the doorway to see what the hell was going on.
And what was going on?
The pretty young girl standing between the men was grabbed roughly and shoved behind the dark-haired one at the drums. She stumbled, but caught herself, and thankfully did not fall. Aidan punched, glancing the blow off Alex's cheek, while Alex cracked his skull into Aidan's face, but didn't do much besides thump his forehead with the top of his own head.
And Gabbie grabbed at Alex's arms, cinching them behind his back to keep him from throwing blows. She hoped Aidan had enough integrity not to hit a man while he was held down-- a second time.
"Aidan, everyone, get out!" She shrieked this anxiously, but didn't sound frightened or panicked. If anything, she meant business.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Init +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 2
[Aidan Whelan] "Gabbie, stay out of it for once!"
The last thing he needed or wanted was for someone else...especially Gabbie... to get in the middle of things, as if he needed protecting. He probably did, but frankly, he'd rather get knocked out again.
She was holding onto Alex's arms, though, and with a frustrated little growl he held back on hitting the man again, because that would have been an asshole thing to do.
Even though he kind of wanted to.
[+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Declare: Hold Alex, yell for Aidan to gtfo]
[Aidan Whelan] [Punch Alex, but only if he breaks free]
[Alexander Vaughn] (1. break hold.
Reflexive: "Fuck's sake. Do you wanna do this outside? Without little girls screaming at us?")
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 5, 5, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Stay still!]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 8, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Ewan Selwyn] (( ok that's embarrassing.))
to Alexander Vaughn
[Alexander Vaughn] (i'm so sick of kenna holding my chars back from fights *LOL*)
to Ewan Selwyn
[Aidan Whelan] Aidan actually looked faintly astonished that Gabbie was able to hold onto the man's arms, and this managed to calm him enough that he didn't immediately try to sock the man in the face again.
His nostrils flared slightly as he got control of himself, and he gave a curt little nod to Alex.
"Sounds like a plan."
(Was he really itching to get his ass kicked again? Apparently.)
[Ewan Selwyn] (( so punch her in the quim and throw her at the hooker. lol
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[Aidan Whelan] "...If you can get away." He smirked.
[Alexander Vaughn] (...annnnd inits again *LOL*
+7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Aidan Whelan] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Truth be told, Gabbie stunned even herself by the fact that she was able to hold Alex back when he pulled his arms, far more muscled than hers, to break away from her. She'd looped her arms through his and locked them against his back, holding using his own body to help her keep him still in a sense.
And even while physically still they still goaded each other.
This had Gabbie glaring poison over her shoulder at Aidan, then glancing to the girl with all the Rage.
"Please take him out of here...!"
Sorry Aidan.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Init +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Toia] "No idea." Says the woman standing in the hallway, listening to the noise coming from room four. "I was expecting it to be unstable here, just not... Street Fighter meets Big Brother." She tells Ewan, nodding her chin down the hall.
[Marrick Fisher] Because, for some strange reason, the ahroun was drawl to assbeatings like a moth to flame, she just stood there and watched for the time being. She wasn't concerned, she wasn't fretting of flailing, she was just... well...
Please take him out of here! Gabriella said, and, well, she gave an upward nod.
This was a situation just waiting to happen.
"Aidan, come on," she said.
(init! +6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Marrick Fisher] (declare: haul Aidan's butt out of there)
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan grunted* To be honest I'm surprised there's not a bucket of eyeballs in the corner.
*He listened and then glanced to Toia. Then glanced again* Don't remember seein' you around. I think I'd remember you....
Ewan Selwyn. *He nodded to the very white woman. He didn't offer to shake. Ewan wasn't all that touchy feely with other people*
[Aidan Whelan] [Resist hauling]
[Alexander Vaughn] Alex snarls in outrage. "See what I mean? Always begging your goddamn Garou saviors for help."
And then he kicks Aidan. Right in his pretty, pretty face.
(1. kick!)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [YANK! Feet to yourself!]
[Toia] "Toia." She offered a singular name in return - for now. They could get into details later. This was some serious entertainment for some newb in town. Brotherhood of Thieves, dinner, a room, and free entertainment.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Yank]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Ewan Selwyn] That Japanese? *One bony hand came up to scratch the oppisite forarm. something under the long sleeve shirt making it tent up a bit there.
His eyes were on the hall too but he didn't venture down there. Too many of their kind in a small room and sooner or later somone would kick him in the nuts. Then the shit would hit the fan and blood... there would be blood.
So he stood bacck here and listened/watched with the weird girl*
[Alexander Vaughn] (-1 die to kick.
diff is still at 7 b/c Aidan is technically not grappled til after Marrick moves)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 4, 4, 4, 6, 6, 8, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 7) Re-rolls: 2
[Alexander Vaughn] (str+1+3)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 2, 2, 4, 5, 8, 8, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Aidan Whelan] [Changing action to dodge Dex+Dodge +1diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 7) [WP]
[Alexander Vaughn] (erp, sorry. reroll on damage, str+1)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 6, 6, 7, 7 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Aidan Whelan] [Soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Marrick Fisher] (Haulin' someone out the room...)
Dice Rolled:[ 7 d10 ] 1, 2, 2, 2, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Ewan Selwyn] ((( or not...))
[Toia] [LOL.]
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Keep holding on!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 3, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6) [WP]
[Alexander Vaughn] (get free of goddamn grapple)
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 4, 5, 5, 5, 5, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Mutha-- Reroll, 'cause Kenna's a tard and used the wrong DP]
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 8, 9, 10 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Ewan Selwyn] (( snickers))
[Alexander Vaughn] (that's 4sux - she spent a WP)
[Alexander Vaughn] "We're not done!" Alexander shouts after Aidan as the Fury -- precariously -- drags him out of the room.
"Gabbie," he twists around as far as he can to speak to the girl, "if you don't let me go in three seconds, I'm going to fucking hurt you."
[Aidan Whelan] This was just... stupid.
Gabbie held on to Alex while Marrick stepped in and got hold of Aidan, but not before Alex got in a nice little kick to the head. Had he not had his arms tied down by a werewolf, Aidan might have actually done something about it. As it was, he was twisting as hard as he could to break free the moment he heard Alex utter the words I'm going to fucking hurt you.
"Gabbie let him go!"
If she got hurt because of him, he'd never forgive himself.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] Marrick does as Gabbie asks her to, and bless her heart for that. The two couldn't be together in the same room. It was like sticking two male dogs together in a small backyard when there was a female in heat not too far off. They were going to fight, and it was going to be bloody. They needed to be separated so they could cool their ever-loving jets.
So Aidan gets hauled out, and Gabbie would have given him an apologetic farewell glance were it not for the fact that her face was hidden behind Alex's back. He pulls to get free, and somehow Gabbie manages to keep him put. Her bare feet dig into the carpet, preventing him from charging forward and dragging her with him, and her arms keep his pinned against his back, preventing him from swinging blows.
He threatens to hurt her, and she nearly scoffs. As though she hadn't been harmed in a fit of rage before. He twisted to look back at her, and she tipped her head up to look at him. She had her cheek pressed into his back to help for leverage, so he could see her back and legs, but it was an effort to twist and actually see her eyes and mouth.
"I'm not letting you go 'till you promise you'll sit down and take a minute off." Spoken sternly, like the mediator her sister was.
[Alexander Vaughn] (inits AGAIN *LOL* +7)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 7 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Init +6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 4
[Toia] Her arms were folded across her stomach, beneath her breasts, as she had been watching what she could from the door. "Nope." She answered Ewan, "Not last I checked... " Flicking a quick look to and over him, she then nodded her chin back towards the door...
... Where Aidan was being hauled out by Marrick.
"Think they spike the food here?" A light smirk touched the side of her mouth.
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Hold-hold-hold]
[Marrick Fisher] Marrick Fisher was a Black Fury. That was enough to be said there.
"Like Hell you are," and there was enough threat behind that, what with rage and Rage and a protective instinct that wasn't quite stifled.
It was enough that she let go of Aidan.
(init again! +6)
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 1
[Marrick Fisher] (*kicks that init under the bed* oops! Didn't see that!)
[Aidan Whelan] [+6]
Dice Rolled:[ 1 d10 ] 9
[Gabbie Bellamonte] [Aaaaand yell at Marrick to stop]
[Marrick Fisher] (*pulls init back from under the bed* come out again, little init)
[Marrick Fisher] (1: try and scare the ever loving crap outta Alex
r1: if he swings at Gabbie? Punch a brotha)
[Alexander Vaughn] (1a. reverse headbutt on gabbie
b. kick marrick in the face too! unless aidan comes back.)
[Aidan Whelan] [Punch Alex]
[Alexander Vaughn] (changing both actions to kicking aidan. in the face.)
[Ewan Selwyn] *Ewan grunted* naa... Proximity. *His bony finger came up to twirl around as if indicating the brotherhood* Too many in one small space with out spirit bond ta link um. Beggin' ta happen. I'm just surprised there's no pitch forks and flaming torches.
*he shrugged* Ugg. Marrick's down there. she'll straighten um out if she needs to.
I'm going home.. got a 25 man Naxx tonight.
*he gave a nod up to Toia* 'Meetcha.
[Aidan Whelan] [Dex+Brawl -2 diff]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 6, 6, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 5 at target 4)
[Aidan Whelan] [Str+4]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 3, 5, 6, 6, 7 (Success x 3 at target 6)
[Alexander Vaughn]
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 5, 6, 7 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander Vaughn] (1a! -2 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 1, 3, 6, 6, 7, 8 (Success x 1 at target 7)
[Alexander Vaughn] (str+1)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 2, 4, 7, 9 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander Vaughn] (1b. -3 dice)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 4, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Aidan Whelan] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 8, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6)
[Alexander Vaughn] (str+2)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 2, 9, 9, 10, 10 (Success x 4 at target 6)
[Aidan Whelan] [soak]
Dice Rolled:[ 2 d10 ] 1, 9 (Failure at target 6)
[Marrick Fisher] (Intimidation, yaaaay!)
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 8, 9, 9 (Success x 3 at target 6) [WP]
[Alexander Vaughn] (current WP!)
Dice Rolled:[ 4 d10 ] 4, 5, 5, 8 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Marrick Fisher] "Get. The fuck. Out," she growled. The implication was clear: get the fuck out before I lose my patience.
[Toia] "You too, Selwyn. Catcha around." She nodded and watched him head off, before she turned her attentions back down the hall. Toia wouldn't approach, not yet. New Garou in new territory, heading up to the outside of a fight in a closed space? No, she'd hang back and wait for the outcome.
[Ewan Selwyn] *nodding, Spindoctor headed back to the pack house. FOR THE HORDE!!*
[Alexander Vaughn] Annnnd the pandemonium continues.
Aidan gets dragged off. Alex threatens Gabbie. Marrick charges in, full of Fury fury. Aidan's right behind her. Alexander probably would've carried out his threat, except then, to his great and endless delight, Aidan's pretty pretty (and slightly bruised) face reappears.
He swings at Alexander. Who can't dodge, and wouldn't anyway. Who takes the block with a grunt, and then rears back and kicks -- kicks like somehow who knows how to kick.
It's a quick back-and-forth scissoring of his foot. The foreswing glances off Aidan's face. The back drives his heel quite hard into the other kinsman's cheek. There's a crunch. A deeply, satisfying, crunch.
Alexander doesn't much time to savor it. Marrick is boiling into the room, and though the girl looks about 18, the snarl that comes out of her throat makes Alex's blood run cold.
She can see his adam's apple bob as he swallows.
Then: "Sure, whatever." He'd hold up his hands if he could, but of course, he can't. "I'm done. Just tell this little fuck behind me to let go first."
[Marrick Fisher] "Let go," she told Gabbie. And the girl looks about like she's eighteen. And she looks like she's furious, and she looks like she is keeping her temper in check. For now.
She folded her arms across her chest, her muscles were tense and she had more presence than she seemed to really be able to contain. He swallows, and her voice is even. And her eyes don't leave his; the blonde Fury makes herself quite clear.
Assuming Gabbie lets go, she watches until he leaves. And then?
Then she tries to usher Aidan out the door was well, because Gabbie said for them to get out. And this was the young lady's territory, of sorts. Then again, it was Alex's too, but that seemed to be part of their problem.
[Aidan Whelan] Alex was done. Aidan was done. Well, not really, but Gabbie and Marrick weren't going to let this continue, so he let it drop out of sheer exasperation.
Marrick seemed to have things pretty well under control, too, so Aidan followed her out, flexing his jaw experimentally and feeling a sharp pain where his cheekbone had probably fractured. His nose was bleeding too, and he put a hand up to catch the blood as he walked away. He didn't ask for any help, and he didn't wander down the hall to check and see if Taggart was there, because if he had been... Aidan wouldn't have wanted him to see him this way.
He just looked at Marrick, gave the woman a little nod which may have been a 'thank you' and may have been an apology... then he left.
[Alexander Vaughn] The truth is, Alexander would've thrown one last punch the second Gabriella let him loose, if Aidan had still been in his reach.
But Aidan leaves first. And Alexander's eyes follow him, dark, glittering, some black humor in their depths: downright predatory. Gabriella lets him loose at last, at Marrick's behest, and he rotates his arms in their sockets.
"I'll see you in a bit, sweetpea," he tells her. And cracks his neck to the side. And, passing Marrick, has the audacity, the downright outrageousness, to pucker his lips at her in a mock-kiss. "You too, Xena."
Out in the hall, he catches up to Aidan. The man looks less than steady. Alexander bumps him hard with his shoulder as he passes, turns when he's past. And smirks at him.
"Oops. Sorry."
[Toia] Aidan comes slinking out, bleeding and bloody and she stepped out of the way to let him through the common room, and Alexander wasn't too far behind. She watched him check the other, injured one, complete with mocking, and snickered a little under her breath.
She stayed standing to the side, leaving people to move up and down the hall, out through to the common room. Calling after Alexander, "Good place to stay, then?"
[Alexander Vaughn] "Oh yeah. The best." Alexander's heading toward... the laundry room, it seems, to pick up a fresh towel before hitting the showers. When he comes out of the laundry room, towel over his shoulder, two bruises on his face starting to turn colors, he looks Toia over again. "Who the hell are you?"
[Marrick Fisher] After awhile, she walked out of the room. Marrick shut the door behind her carefully, inhaling slowly and taking a moment to recollect herself. She looked at Alexander. Gaze was even, and she didn't even roll her eyes. The blonde Fury headed back to her room rather slowly.
Time for sleep.
Rapture.
[Toia] She had watched Marrick eye off Alexander, then head off on her own way.
Fuss over, she began down the hall, heading towards one of the spare rooms, when Alexander pulled her up.
Half shaved head, dreadlocks of pale blonde and blue, had turned to regard him over her shoulder. The rest of her body turned, facing him in the hall.
She eyes the bruises, ".. the fuck you care?" there's a mild laughing undertone to that, having been spoken lightly. Clearly she didn't summarize him as someone that gave a shit.
[Marcus Schwarzkopf] ((You guys care if I jump in?))
[Toia] [go for it.]
[Alexander Vaughn] (not at all, but i'm on my way out! sorry, gotta grab a shower myself and zonk!)
"You're right," he says, and flashes a pirate grin. "I really don't."
He winks at her -- surprisingly fucking charismatic when he wants to be, and when he wants to be is generally limited to when he's managed, somehow, to pad that monstrous and fragile ego of his -- and heads for the showers.
come find me
14 years ago