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blog | blog_5_2 | She doesn't reply to that wave, but says, "I have a better idea." Wihtout another word, she heads for the door, turning from time to time to look at Pobble, making sure he is coming along. |
blog | blog_5_2 | She frowns at him, but not unkindly--if such a thing is possible. "Fuggediboudit." The girl looks him over very carefully, not missing much of anything. "So, Doc, what do you do with this PhD of yours?" |
blog | blog_5_2 | -----------------------------------[ - ]------------------------------------ And the strange woman in the corner looks over and sighs. And sighs again. And Ana looks towards the table where the others are, and sighs. And she looks to her hands, and suddenly decides she'd better do something with them. So, she pulls out a chessboard from her satchel and sets it down. |
blog | blog_5_2 | When it bleeds out, it'll just add to her urban hippy look. "You realize," Keene says, reaching into his coat, pulling out a hip flask, and taking a swig from it before holstering it once again, "that you need me alive to collect on whatever boon he'll give us for this job." |
blog | blog_5_2 | As they talk, he turns back to continue the conversation with Lily. Morgan arches both brows now and lets them settle, but he's not going to dwell on it. He lets Ana go as she came, returning his attention to his companions. |
blog | blog_5_2 | SPLASH! He comes to the surface looking quite pleased with himself. Falling off the bears back, Liv is soaked easily to the bone. Sputtering and spitting out water, she comes up to the surface and splashes at the big white bear. |
blog | blog_5_2 | He manages to pry the damn thing open, and as he does Suili's hand comes free and the door clicks open. ((Give me two people on this one.)) He moves to the other door, and sticks his own hand in to open it as soon as Jumpstart and someone else are in position. |
blog | blog_5_2 | He sounds suddenly tired, swaying with the motion of demasting the rain deflector. "They kicked us out? Christ. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Matt makes his way north. Matt has left. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The future's so bright, you gotta wear shades - and the same is true for her clothing. She's dressed like she's ready to party like it's 1999. |
blog | blog_5_2 | You'll need to find crazy shit like that further south." Indeed, Provo, UT is about seven hours away yet. :'aint from round ere' so to speak. Really, excpet for looking it up on Mapquest the night before, he hasn't looked at a map or asked directions once. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "She'll be fine." From a pocket, Pobble pulls a handful of something, picks one, deposits the rest back and presses whatever it is into Penny's hand. "You'll be fine Pens." he says again, pulling a half drained plastic water bottle from another oversized pocket and giving it to the woman. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The sound of sadness seems to draw Pobble from whatever trance he was settling into and he sucks the last from his cigarette before flicking it into the night. It skitters on the wet road and fizzles quietly. Turning, he moves to stand next to the girl, going to put a hand on her shoulder but seeming unsure and deciding against it at the last moment. "Hey. |
blog | blog_5_2 | She's young, a teenager, around 15 or so years old. The heritage is clearly Japanese, for all of the features tell it true - the warm shade of her skin, the delicately sloped eyes of deep brown, the pert and gentle nose. |
blog | blog_5_2 | #NAME? |
blog | blog_5_2 | I had strength once... before they left. They abandoned me..." |
blog | blog_5_2 | He brings his hands around to the front, now free of the filter and probably hoping that no one noticed its discardation. He doesn't seem to bothered by the inspection he's recieving as he shouldn't since he's doing plenty of inspecting himself. |
blog | blog_5_2 | She adjusts her grip, dragging the necklaces and shirt into a tight fist on top of Wednesday, straddling the girl. She says, in Enochian, "Take care of that, hey Jes?" nodding toward the old man with the cane. |
blog | blog_5_2 | He calls out in a voice obviously British: "Pardon me, my good man." Lily rolls her eyes Heavenward, murmuring something in a foreign tongue and shaking her head in a long-suffering manner, but she follows Artus, several careful paces behind. Despite her initial response, there is something keenly wary about the way she approaches, ready for anything; her hands are no longer clasped behind her back, but held loosely at her sides. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Although eyes are slightly glossy, there is a definate clarity to his expression. And backing the skinned Polar-Bear, the drunk, having lost his shyness at being less than sober. Though it's only notable by the criss crossing path his sneakers march him. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Arcer," he murmurs, plucking the smoke from between his lips, exhaling with the words. Keep cool. "We ain't interested in efficiency. We're interested in you. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Thin silver topped fingers proffer the black smokestick in your general area as he swigs from his bottle. "That hermetic wench is dead but not forgotten? Where'd you find her?" |
blog | blog_5_2 | Keen observers would note he now holds something, when previously he carried nothing. Gently, he alters Lily's course so as to intercept the wandering man with the run-down shoes. Lily envinces no surprise at her partner's behavior, receptive to the new course and instantly scanning the afternoon crowds for the likely reason. Up, catch. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Fine fine.. I just hope you know what you're doing since I have no fucking idea what's going on." Moving towards you he wraps an arm about your shoulder, "If this all goes town the shitter," A solemn nod, "It was good." |
blog | blog_5_2 | so... bad... " And that's enough stress for Naoko. The girl gets all flustered in her cheeks, and stumbles to the ground, planting her hand there so she doesn't completely bruise herself up. "I need to eat. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Sacha has left. [OOC] Devard offers a yoyo? ;) Bungee cord? [OOC] Penny snickers. |
blog | blog_5_2 | He doesn't look away from Damien though, a mildly amused smile forming. With a somewhat glacial pace he begins to head across towards the man, hands sliding down into the oversized pockets of his yeti-like coat. |
blog | blog_5_2 | he mumbles. Strangely, smoke continues to drift from the hummer, as if another ciggy had been left burning within. Or maybe there's more people inside. "Where'd you live?" |
blog | blog_5_2 | We'll set something else up. So, then, Jesse did not pick a pocket. He merely swapped cigarettes and went to the bathroom. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Devard thought that might happen. His grin grows. "Im' sorry, Alyx.. My dinner date ran off with it." |
blog | blog_5_2 | Jesse is not practiced, and so opts for the elegant solution of the stroll. Penny is chasing. Jesse is in slow and careful pursuit. Skittles crunch under the flat soles of his platform boots. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Her hands are otherwise occupied, a fourty in one and the other deep in his record bag. Her mouth couldn't be closer to his ear otherwise she'd burn him. "So I says to 'r, I says... Ma'... don' bother me now, man, I got my headgear on..." |
blog | blog_5_2 | //.etro: Jesse rolls "dexterity + streetwise" at diff 6 For a total of 5 success(es) including 1 ten(s). "Eva's sulking over something. You think I wanted to take the fucking train? |
blog | blog_5_2 | If you like, I'll tell him I forced the information out of you. Let him take his anger out on me for that." |
blog | blog_5_2 | two.. three. Click, clock, clack. |
blog | blog_5_2 | as soon as they're inside, Matt decides that another form might be better for this and shifts to crinos. Matt's form blurs and a new shape steps forward. With Jacob, Zoe moves quietly, a rifle in hand, and follows behind the others. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Or rather, he would stroll were he not king pimpin' and combat booted. So its more of a strut. Well. It would be a strut if he weren't so obviously wasted. Lets call it swaggering. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Mary turns her head to the side, and winds up just sort of.. staring at Jesse, with this odd, sort of chagrinned look, like she's torn in equal parts between shock, amusement, and downright appreciation for the Elvis-twin's audacity or bravery. Wednesday looks up from her precision drop of currency just in time to catch the tail end of Jesse's salute. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Standing he heads off to a certain point and lets a drop of the clear liquid fall to the ground. Facing you, he heads in a circle, counting steps. While this could be some excuse to get a look from all angles he does seem to have some other plan in mind. |
blog | blog_5_2 | A Baroness eh. Steve seems to think he should stand. Everyone else is doing it, so why not? |
blog | blog_5_2 | You have just received a +recc from Jesse. If Alyx comprehends even the tiniest fraction of what Jesse just said, it dosen't show. Nope. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Obvious exits: Interzone Records IR Daisy has arrived. Daisy walks into the record store. Daisy has left. Compton has arrived. You walk into the record store. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Pobble. Penny moves sideways; away into some shadow only to be headlighted. There's a look - a fast gesture waved to them, to Cash and Pobble - not a good-bye. |
blog | blog_5_2 | There is a metallic sound and the mouth suddenly snaps shut with such violence as you might imagine it would sever his hand. But he seems unruffled. Welcome to the hall of Fiction. |
blog | blog_5_2 | We will send out your package via Federal Express next day shipping. A tracking number for your package will be provided tomorrow. We appreciate your business and will provide positive feed back on the next business day. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The shirt is tucked into this, revealing the real color to her outfit. Carrying: Cellphone The man before you stands maybe 5'8", dark brown eyes, in sharp contrast to his pale white skin, flickering around, trying to take everything in. Of about average build, he still manages to come across as skinny: his skin, though, despite it's paleness, shows signs of weathering, suggesting he's been outdoors a lot. |
blog | blog_5_2 | There are loud thumps as Storms and Jump bash against the door. It cracks a bit in the middle but it manages to hold against the force of their blows. The leering demon face seems to mock them. The bum stands against the wall, over by the door, slouching in a patently James Dean kinda way... if James Dean looked like Jack Palance with a mullet. |
blog | blog_5_2 | We can restore you to a purposeful existance," she lowers her voice, eggs on "We can give you a strength they never could. Do you want that?" "Strength...?" The voice rises in inflection, the word rolls out on the waves of static through the microphone. "Yes... |
blog | blog_5_2 | Penny tramps down the stairs, messengerbag slung over her shoulder. She looks up above the payphones. There's usually a clock on the wall there. Fucking country. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Esther comes wandering up the street, waving her hand in the air and muttering to herself under her breath. Downtown - Yonge and King(#200RJ) The most prominent feature of this intersection is the brand-spanking new Bell Canada Enterprises building. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Sylvan departs the well-worn paths of the lake area, disappearing into the thickets and brambles. Sylvan has left. Moving along an overgrown path, the Polar-bear ambles along at an easy gait. On his back, rides the lovely Liv. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Okay. Where did you come from?" He pauses as he's talking and then chokes on something, it could be a lot of things, in his throat. |
blog | blog_5_2 | A search begins behind the denim flap of Cash's jacket and ends when he pulls out a flask to unscrew. Penny discovers a ledge to lean on and positions herself where Pobble can't see her face. She disappears along the side of the building using Hiro as a shield. Her voice thins to a sometimes heard rant about time and it's meaning for another five minutes. |
blog | blog_5_2 | :) Vanguard-Walker blinks. Bite? Last foray? Seems he didn't get all the details. |
blog | blog_5_2 | They did! Just came out of the sky! And... |
blog | blog_5_2 | At your table, Anastasia pushes a few books to you. There is a notebook, a small organizer, and the strangest of all, a largish old tome, something musty with cracked bindings. To those that are magickally aware, there is something extra about it - it seems imbued with a magick all its own. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Aha," she nods slowly, a flare in her eyes almost draconic before it disappears and he has a chance to glance back her way. "They couldn't take a woman giving Arthur his sword ta do right, and had ta come up with all sorts of allegories. Lies. |
blog | blog_5_2 | OOC Naoko says, "weird. it only rolled half my dicepool. ah well." |
blog | blog_5_2 | He was feeling very Hermetic for a moment. Clears his throat, returning his attention to the ticker. "The.. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Something something about Hiro in a chair hooked up to something with wires, pants around his ankles, a roll of pennies in his mouth. He, too, declares I wanna come. |
blog | blog_5_2 | [OOC] Jesse says "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but what the hell is with people interrupting RP, saying "Hang On," and going OOC? This is my first scene IC, and that's twice it's happened." |
blog | blog_5_2 | In contrast to the sharp style hinted at by the glimpse of its front, the once plain back has been marked with a red sharpee in a ragged X. The smile that accompanies the movement is precise and professional, "We need to talk. Not here. Do call and we can do lunch or somesuch." |
blog | blog_5_2 | If not, then not. "How long ago since you ate anything proper, hmm?" |
blog | blog_5_2 | They are rolled at the cuffs where the material touches the fake leather of her canvas tennis shoes. She wears, also, a long sleeve shirt of a cheery pastel color, a tweed bracelet, and a three silvery chains about her neck. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Naoko rolls 3 (3 dice) at a difficulty of 5: 5 5 8 Achieving 3 successes, resulting in a complete success. Pobble quirks a brow, which dissapears under the beanie. He doesn't look too suprised, but just leans there watching. |
blog | blog_5_2 | You have just received a +recc from Wednesday. [OOC] Daisy says "Ur. One second." |
blog | blog_5_2 | And it's haunted.. Like and the monsters know everything you're doing and where you are and they're all hairy an shit like little uh waddya call it... gremlins." |
blog | blog_5_2 | Lori comes wandering out of the club after you, not looking at all like she's fleeing or otherwise upset. Pobble is waiting just next to the door, already having lit a pair of cigarettes, one between thin lips and the other dangling precariously between his fingers. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Compton walks in off of the street. Compton has arrived. In a way, all used record stores have certain things in common. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Yeah. A happy one." Her laugh curls up. He pulls Wednesday to her feet, nods, then lights a cigarette and turns to grin at the raver who has turned up. |
blog | blog_5_2 | I have some... news regarding your package." |
blog | blog_5_2 | Drake listens to whatever it is Kirra has to say, then shakes his head. Runing fingers through his hair, he sighs and follows her out, absently pushing his way past anyone who gets in his way. The bulk's good for something at least. Drake makes his way out of the club. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "2004!!!??" she squeals, surprised, delighted, confused, all at once. |
blog | blog_5_2 | His attention flicks briefly over Lori and Jerome before settling on Damian, lips pursed in consideration. "Think that might be him?" he murmers to his comrade. A solemn nod, that's the answer Pobble gets as Cash reveals the libations he's been hiding badly under his coat. Lazy eyes follow a passing gallery goes before his worn sneakers get side tracked by the crackers with the brie. |
blog | blog_5_2 | It's a relic -- a symbol of power just because of it's antiquity. We've wired it right into the fuse box. A computer microphone -- one of those cheap plastic boom mics people use for dictation and like net teleconferencing -- is wired directly into the current, and the ticker has a fresh roll of paper. It's two-way communication, so we can speak to it and it can respond through the stock ticker. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The smile on Daisy's face is so broad that it has to be put on crooked, half of it jammed up into the little cheek-room she has to spare and the other hanging relatively limply in the corner. It shows off some reasonably poor dentition and ill-considered dental hygeine, but that, if anything, is par for the course. "It's been a year for most of us, Penny dear," says Daisy, eyes tracking Enid back toward the counter -- she IS going to put that album on. |
blog | blog_5_2 | [OOC] Wednesday says "it /is/ a talent. Pickpocketing is a secondary, which, means it can technically be covered under a primary. but its up to the good ol' staffer." [OOC] Penny says "Right." [OOC] Mary whews. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Not hard. Maybe a sort of polar bear version of 'Hey how are you?'. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The rest of this greeting is interrupted by something square that grabs Cash's attention as his steps have taken him into proximity. Soaked jeans cry when he bends down to pick up said shiny blue square. Flipping the lost BlockBuster's card in his hand, he eyes it as a prize and nods to himself. It ends up back in Pobble's chest, handed over to the space cadet. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Yeah. Like Jonny Cash. Parents were fans." |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Once he has a magi soul to finish the collection, some Very Bad Shit will happen." This is most definately the Trademarked variety of Very Bad Shit. At least he's stopped staring and is now introvertedly considering the situation. "We have a few ideas, but need to investigate the waxworks further. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Canadians. Good thing she kept the lighter out. Flick, nudging Jesse reminding him this is the part where you're supposed to inhale. Penny says, in Enochian, "Boring, boring." |
blog | blog_5_2 | One of my colleagues has been inside the statues.. it ain't so pleasant." Silver nails tap together with a metallic sound. "Supposedly the Devourer of Souls, or Nylarathotep.. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "It's may something, 2004. Night time." He shrugs apologetically, "Sorry I can't be more specific." Naoko quirks her head to the side, and then her eyes nearly pop out of her head. She jumps, about a foot in the air, and smacks her hand against her forehead, causing the blue spikes in her hair to wobble. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "How's Hiro doing?" Penny mutters to Jesse. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The soles, just as worn as the man who wears them. Chin slightly angled upwards, as to point his dull brown gaze towards the neon signs that are just starting to come alive in the time before dusk. A few small rivers of alcohol clinging to his chin, sending a hundred proof droplet towards the thirsty cement every ten steps. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "Everyone okay with that?" OOC) Zoe laughs and nods. |
blog | blog_5_2 | His attention crosscuts back to Penny and with a sudden look of urgency, he leans forward once more. "Got a new stencil. |
blog | blog_5_2 | "We should check into this." He whispers back, then "Whadda ya doin'.... man." |
blog | blog_5_2 | Compton sighs and looks, back the way he came, "We goin or not kids?" he asks with all the patience of a underslept grizzley. "The 'Pots' just two blocks away..." he offers up as a solution. Jesse reemerges from a nearby convenience store, his face washed, his makeup fixed, his complexion death-pale and ashen. |
blog | blog_5_2 | [OOC] Mary grins. [OOC] Wednesday ?'s Jesse reaches into his purse, and withdraws a cigarette. Sith a grave and solemn mien, the skeletal queen shakes a Lucky Strike free and offers it over, accepting one in return. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Diff 6." StormcrowStandsAlone rolls strength (7 dice) at a difficulty of 6: (8) -1- -1- 4 (10) 2 (10) Achieving 1 successes, resulting in a marginal success. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Lily considers Nathan's outstretched hand warily, as if the tailor might be concealing a rabid, starving Doberman up his sleeve, but shakes nonetheless, though her grip lingers in his only so long as the absolute minimums of courtesy demand. Not one for touching, our Lily; she flickers a fainly apologetic smile to him, murmuring, "Lily Black, florist. A pleasure to meet you. Will you join us?" She darts a look at Anastasia, adding a respectful nod, but makes no motion to disturb the other woman; Pobble's coat receives the fleeting hint of a grin. |
blog | blog_5_2 | The life of the freelance chemist is a dull and boring one." Pobble smirks at that, sharing a private joke with himself as he ashes the cigarette onto the pavement. "Fuggediboudit." |
blog | blog_5_2 | "The pharoah is the obvious answer, is it not? And being that he seems to me to be one completely pretentious asshole, he'd likely use it, too. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Once he finishes, he will have all he needs for his ritual." Eri comes into the area from the southwest. Eri has arrived. Though she tries to keep things understated and quiet, there is no mistaking this woman for anything other than a Sidhe. |
blog | blog_5_2 | There's some confusion. Vanguard was on the door, but I didnt' see it. what're you doing, V-W?" Vanguard-Walker jumps forward to grab the demon jaw, top and bottom, in an effort to pry them open. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Cornelius turns and offers you a smile. This is an older man. Slight, sort of frail looking. |
blog | blog_5_2 | Petra nods. "On it." She looks around once, taking the right flank as they approach the doors to Fact. |
blog | blog_5_2 | An intensely frigid one. The door is opened. You missed it. Did he open it himself or did it open on its own. |