Piddles shuffles in off the street.
Elan walks back to the Church, and inside. "OK, Casper, James. We got word that there's a cub out there, and we're going after him." He looks to James and Casper. "Boo. You wanna show James some crescent stuff? After being in the Umbra a bit, go over some spirit stuff with him?"
Casper nods to Elan, "Yes, sure..."
Elan looks to James. "After seeing the stuff you saw, I think you'll be able to relate better to what Boo can tell ya. He's gonna be making a talen, soon, so that another thing he can go over with ya."
James nods.
From afar, to Hank, James, Piddles, Casper, and Elan, Shakes wants to note something, for the record. Although I haven't gone outside and messed with the desc yet, the church's sign now reads: St. Claire First Assembly of Dog.
Elan looks back to his alpha, now.
Casper looks to James then to the rest, "Are you bringing them back here?"
Pack> Elan says "Shakes. James is here because Quiet asked me to show him some stuff about the city. Sort of like I did with Boo."
Elan looks to Shakes for the answer to that.
Pack> Shakes don't mind. Just don't get him killed.
Pack> Hank chuckles. "An' we know what happened with Boo. He hangs out here as much as any of us..."
Shakes cocks his head. Maybe. It depends, he thinks. The Gnawer's gaze goes about the room, making sure that there's no one present he shouldn't shift in front of, then he does.
Shakes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Pack> Elan says "I won't, Shakes. Might not be easy. Boy ain't got any fear in him. Ain't decided if that's good, or if he's crazy."
Shakes shifts into Homid form.
Casper nods, "Well I'll be here anyhow."
Pack> Piddles thinks that's crazy.
Jimmy Wilson looks at James for a moment, casting a hard one-eyed glare at him, then starts for the door, adjusting his jacket and hat as he goes. "Don't need too many people," he says. "Should be a simple 'nabbing. We'll get some food while we're out, too. Anyone who doesn't go should either guard here or go on city patrol. We'll bring back some eats."
Elan nods and forms up solid with his alpha, his demeanor changing somewhat.
James blinks, wondering why he was on the recieving end of the glare, but not commenting.
Jimmy Wilson whistles towards the basement stairs. In a matter of seconds, Gargoyle returns, licking her chops and taking her guardian position on the dias once more. "Sit," Jimmy says, then, "Stay and watch the house. We'll be back."
Piddles falls in behind Jimmy and Elan.
Hank joins his three packmates, looking interested at the idea of a cubnapping...or maybe it was the food.
Jimmy Wilson opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets.
Jimmy Wilson has left.
Casper waves, "Good luck... and easy on the cub."
Elan sees the dogboyz form up and begins to whistle the ending theme from 'Buckaroo Banzai"
Elan opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets.
Elan has left.
Hank grins at Casper. "Depends on the cub. We'll see how it goes."
Hank opens one of the double doors at the back of the church, leaving for the streets.
Hank has left.
out
You pull open one of the two doors and walk down the stone steps to the street.
Jermantown Avenue, Industrial Sector
From warehouses a few blocks away from the river, across a chunk of city more than a dozen blocks wide, factories brood over the streets like dark dragons over their piles of treasure, greedy and all-encompassing. Huddling around the factories are smaller, less imposing buildings that are probably warehouses, or storage locations for trucks. The factories spill fumes into the air, darkening the area and blanketing it in a stench to mark humankind's domination over the world. Some of the warehouses stand empty, some are boarded over, and some, on the northern and western fringes of the area, have been converted to bars, with bizarre lighting, frequent brawls, and music that blares loudly at all hours of the night. There are no residences here for anyone to complain, and the factory workers populate the bars thickly. Throughout the area, trash and oil mingle together on alleyway streets, impeding the paths to the dumpsters at the ends of many of the alleys.
Contents:
Hank
Elan
Jimmy Wilson
Obvious exits:
Filthy Alley Forgotten Church East West
Garcia's Pizza Parlor(#2882RJM$)
The first thing some people notice when they step into this room is the noise: almost always there is some sort of noise, of music or conversation or the employees in the back, cooking. Others see the lights, harsh yellow-white over the counter and on into the kitchen in the back, a dimmer, indeed faint glow above each of the tables scattered around. No matter which sense is first engaged by the room, almost all soon are captured by the smell of pizza; the smell pervades the place, an aroma of melted cheese, cooked tomato sauces, various meats, vegetables, all subtle, yet all blended together into the overwhelming smell. The smell tells the customer that, despite the less-than-classy look of the restaurant, the product is, undeniably, almost guaranteed to be good.
In the corner near the door is a trio of video games and a soda machine. Scattered around the room are several tables; lining the back, the counter on which the pizzas are put before they are picked up.
Contents:
Elan
Hank
Jimmy Wilson
Collin
Obvious exits:
STreet
look mr e
Piddles(#3258Pc)
A mix and match of different races, Pid appears to be primarily Hispanic and African-American, with a detectable touch of just about every other ethnic type on Earth. His head is bald, but raggedly so, and recent, and his beard and mustache are thick, but patchy. His left ear is torn, evidently in a fight, and he has a plethora of other small scars showing along his arms, hands, and face. He is possessed of knotty muscles that stretch his skin and veins to their bulging extent. His face and arms are covered with broad pink and white healing burns, apparently weeks old.
Pid's wearing ancient jeans that are too large for him, covered with cribbed notes in various colors of ink that upon inspection are a number of Shakespearian phrases and terms, often with definitions scrawled in next to them, and a baggy sweatshirt that may have once read "Rice University." He wears no shoes on his gnarled and calloused feet. A thin, dogeared paperback is folded in his back pocket. The side of the coffee-stained cover that shows to the world reads, "SHAKES" and under that, "King L." His entire ensemble smells heavily of smoke.
Somewhere, he has acquired a battered set of gold (tinged with green verdigris where the gilt has scratched off) wire-rimmed glasses which are missing one lens. The remaining lens is horribly scratched and marred, but he continues to squint through it anyway. He often peers over the top edge, considering people in a manner he obviously thinks to be urbane and scholastic.
look elan
A strikingly handsome youth, maybe 18yo, with smooth dark skin and large wolf-gold eyes. He's got a dancer's body; supple, lean, muscular and well defined. He moves with a martial artists' grace. A lock of his silky thick brown hair falls across his eyes, and his face is smudged a bit.
Leather and denim; straps, buckles, zippers and pockets. Stylish urban street wear in black, grey and brown draped over a very nice physique. Jacket, fingerless gloves with straps, and motorcycle boots round out his street garb which also has hints of the primitive: odd designs painted onto the jacket, small talismans and patches. He wears a steel neck chain, bright against his olive skin, and two earrings in his right ear.
Carrying:
Kawasaki Ninja(#3242Jeq)
Collin seems to be engaged in a friendly brawl with another teenager in the room. Collin kicks at the guy's leg while his opponent tries an uppercut. He is, of course, playing Mortal Kombat III over at the Video Games.
jimmy wilson
The thing that draws your attention almost immediately about the Gnawer teen before you is his eyes. His right eye darts this way and that, taking in everything around him with keen, cool precision. The left eye however, is covered by a black eyepatch. A puffy pink scar runs from beneath the patch and ends about halfway down his cheek.
Obviously a Salvation Army Regular, he wears baggy, SWAT style black BDU trousers with plenty of pockets and a black T-shirt displaying a bright red wolf's head with crossed bones beneath it boldly across the front. Above both of these he sports an old gray longcoat, cut in military style. The coat's sleeves bear the stripes of a Master Sergeant, as well as about half a dozen hash marks. Probably his idea of a joke. Extremely worn-in all black Converse "stealth" hightops adorn his feet and he wears a military beret so dark blue as to appear black. Some form of silver colored pin adorns the headgear.
Around his neck hangs a rather unique looking necklace (+details).
His hair has been recently cut to about a quarter of an inch all around his head and a scraggly goatee adorns his chin. His arms and chest are lightly muscled, giving him a wiry appearance.
When he moves, it's with a mixture of practiced smoothness that only a Ragabash can pull off, and street wariness that shows even the least observant that this trickster has been there, seen that.
look collin
It would just be necessary to watch him move to figure out his aproximate age; it's with the awkwards grace that often accompanies a still-growing boy. Overall, he appears to be around fifteen. His skin is still lightly tanned with these winter months, and it goes well with his brown hair and the mostly close-cropped style he's presently wearing it in. His hazel eyes peer out at you from underneath typically long bangs, the only part of his hair he's apparently allowed to grow out.
He's dressed for the Winter as well, wearing a dark overcoat, one apparently made for his five foot, four inch frame, over his black, 'Planet Hollywood', pullover. His legs are covered by a pair of blue jeans and on his feet are a pair of fairly new looking Converse shoes.
"C'mon! C'mon!" He leans forward, his attention on the screen. Sub-Zero gets hucked across the screen and Collin lets out another curse, "Goddamn."
Jimmy Wilson wanders into the gaming area. "You suck," he says, to one or perhaps both of the Mortal Kombatants. Turning back to his packmates, he grins. "Mosh taught me some moves on this game... well, the first MK, back when he was around."
Hank snickers at Jimmy. "Yeah?"
Elan scratches a stubbled cheek. "I played some, but not recently."
"Fatality!" Sub Zero gets his head torn right off, or what have you, and Collin steps back and grins, "Well, that sucked." He snags his piece of pizza from the nearby table and sticks it in his mouth, scarfing it up a bit to get a good grip on it before he puts in another pair of quarters.
Piddles watches the game, rapt. "Wuzza bloo flaashee stuffs?"
Jimmy Wilson nods at Hank. "Yeah. Ya know how Mosh was. He kicked my ass a bunch just by bullyin' in on me, then I learned how ta finesse his ass with some secret moves, and he stopped fuckin' wit' me." Looking to Piddles, he answers. "Games, Pizza. I'll teach ya how ta play, after we go get some eats."
Elan perks up at the sound of pizza. He sniffs, eyes closed and smiling. "Anchovies.."
Collin makes a comical sounding 'glurf' type of noise as he proceeds to get his ass oh-so-kicked by the other kid, and obvious regular.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Any of you any good at this game? Maybe we can hustle the kid, huh?"
Pack> Elan says "I'm crap with it. I play a mean ass game of pinball, though. I can hustle pinball..."
Pack> Hank says "Don't look at me. I spend money on comics, not games...at least, now. Been ages since I tried my hand at the games."
Jimmy Wilson makes a little snorting sound at the game-playing kids. "I'm gettin' the grub," he says to his packmates. "My treat t'night. Ya ain't shit 'till ya have it all the way, with extra anchovies an' shit. Real pizza. Puts hair on yer chest an' shit." He wanders off for a moment, to place an order and secure a table by tossing his jacket onto it, much to the dismay of a young couple, obviously on a date and obviously wanting the table he claimed.
Elan watches the game, though, and looks to Collin. "Play pinball, any?"
Pack> Hank says "Heh. If I want hair on my chest, Shakes, I'll shift t' Crinos..."
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Thas' what I mean, Hank-me-boy!"
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Besides, pizza tastes best when it tastes like it's fresh from the dumpster, ya know? Anchovies tends ta help that."
Collin turns to look at Elan, now that he's been addressed, "Hruh?" He takes the pizza out of his mouth, "I love pinball."
Elan looks to Jimmy and grins, then back to Collin. "Well, they got a couple good machine here. Wanna compete?"
Collin nods vigrously, "Why the hell not. Pick a machine, any machine." He winks, then gestures at them.
Jimmy Wilson wanders back over and nudges Hank. "Found me some a' that new Pizza Hut pizza... they call it the Edge. We should go nuke someone's ass at Pizza Hut Headquarters for that. That pizza don't rate no name that good. It sucked. Really pissed me the fuck off. Anyhow, I ordered somethin' thick, with some fuckin' spirit in it, ya know. More worthy a' the name, at least."
Elan looks over the lot, and picks an old 'Firepower' machine. "This one..."
Pack> Elan winces. That's the stuff with the cheese in the crust, Jimmy?
Hank nods to Jimmy. "Tried that stuff. It ain't horrible, but I like the thicker crusts..."
Collin ooohs, "Cool. You wanna go first?"
Pack> Hank says "Naw, that's the stuffed crust pizzas. The edge is thin crust, an' goes all the way t' the edge with the toppings."
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Fuck no! It's the shit that tastes like pizza sauce on a damn cracker. No real crust."
Pack> Elan wondered if you'd gone a little nuts there, man.
Collin finally gets the rest of the pizza down his throat. He swallows, then runs both his hands through his hair, grinning and glancing around real quick.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Damn straight. I mean, if the White Man gonna crush me underfoot, puttin' his boot on my neck, least I can do is eat some real pizza. Not no damn cracker pizza."
Elan nods, and pops in his two quarters. A pull of the launcher, and the ball is rolling. Five minutes later, it falls. The second and third are captured, and then the extra ball releases all of them. The machine lights up, and flashes with a rumbling but tinny soundtrack. He plays the free game, and steps back. "OK, player two..."
Pack> Hank says "I'm willin' t' eat a cracker pizza, long as I get a real one along with it..."
Jimmy Wilson moves over and nudges Pids. "Spirits," he says quietly. "In that box. Cool, huh?"
Piddles gapes. "Coooooool."
Collin glances over at Jimmy and Pids again as he steps up and settles in at the controls of the machine, giving the buttons a few flicks before he pumps hiw pair of quarters into the machine, "Yeeeah, baby." And the game starts. The whole thing lasts a good ten or so minuites, tops, and he doesn't do *too* badly, just not too good either.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "My point is, it ain't no real pizza, an' i was hopin' it would be, since I was gonna bring some ta Chugs, tellin' him they named a pizza after him an' his boys. But, I'd end up flatter an' crispier than that shit the Hut calls a pizza if I tried it, I bet. Barlow'd pound me for sayin' they was all a bunch a pasty crackers."
Elan nods at Collin. "Not too bad, man. Hey, you're out pizza, huh? Wanna join us?"
Jimmy Wilson shoots a glance over at Elan. "We on business, man." He then looks to the kid, then shrugs. "But, that can wait, I s'pose. You ain't broke are ya, kid?"
Pack> Hank says "Maybe if ya had 'em really pile on the toppings, he'd not mind as much....?"
Collin lifts an arm and flexes, then puffs up his chest, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!" He then grins and nods, "Sure, I'll join, uh, I guess." He tilts his head and glances over at Jimmy, just kinda grinning, "Not yet. I was probably gonna blow the rest of my wad getting my ass kicked in Mortal-K."
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Nah, it'd just be a lame pizza pretendin' ta be a real one. That ain't worthy a' "Edge" either. Our boys got fucked over by the Hut, man."
Collin waggles his eyebrows, "Hey. I don't mind playing for money." He grins at Elan, then sticks out his hand, "Collin."
Elan shakes hands with the teen. "Elan." He nods over to the table with the other guys.
Collin stands and leaves near the video games.
Collin trots over to the table and pulls up a chair, flopping in it, "Yo." He grins.
Piddles grins toothily.
Hank nods to Collin, grinning. "Hiya."
Jimmy Wilson pulls his coat off the table and slings it over a chair. The date-couple managed to somehow find a table right beside the one currently occupied by the Garou, and they seem suddenly uneasy. Jimmy smiles entirely too wide at them, then sits down. "Jimmy," he says to Collin.
Collin just kinda grins a bit, but the dating couple probably aren't the *only* uneasy people here. He settles back into his seat and then places his hands on the table, "So."
Elan takes a long chug of sweet iced tea, and loks to the rest of the guys.
Jimmy Wilson frowns, chewing his lower lip. "Uh, Hank. Come talk with me a sec?" He stands, then starts heading towards the video games once more.
Piddles grins again at Collin. "So," he says, his accent nigh-inpenetrable and equally unidentifiable, "izza stooodent round heer, or izza justa mucho macho hombre, yah?"
Collin huhs at Piddles, "What'd ya say?" He didn't quite understand that last one.
Hank nods. "Sure, Jimmy." He follows after.
Jimmy Wilson goes past the video games and into the bathroom.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Hank and me's gonna Flip an' check out the place while we're here."
Collin glances at Jimmy and Hank as they head into the bathroom, then shrugs a little, half-heartedly muttering under his breath, "I don't even wanna know."
Hank heads into the bathroom as well.
Piddles blinks, as if he's never had the experience of someone not understanding him before. He looks at Elan, mildly surprised.
Collin gives Piddles a weird look, "Uh? Say it again, Sam?" He grins.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson OOC: Here's the lowdown: He's marked with a glowing Strider Baptism of Fire tattoo thingy on his forehead, Hank. Do you know all the tribe symbols?
Pack> Elan OOC knows that one, from Alexandra
Pack> Jimmy Wilson OOC: Er, that is, once Hank and I go Flipside through the bathroom mirrors.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson OOC: Yeah, but you're Realmside, E. .)
Elan chuckles. "He wants to know if you're a student around here."
Collin ohs, "I will be. Sooner or later, I guess." He sticks out his tongue in an expression of distaste.
Pack> Hank OOC nods. Yeah, I think so. Hank picked up the symbols.
Elan chuckles. "Just move here, then, man?"
Collin uh huhs, "Pretty much."
Collin asks Piddles, "So whare are you from?"
Piddles cocks his head, like a dog hearing an odd noise. "Skoooolz coool." He adds, "Pid's from Tejas, yah."
Collin nods, like that explains everything, "Texas, huh? Okay, I won't ask anymore questions."
Jimmy Wilson and Hank come back out of the bathroom. "...so the bartender says 'That ain't beer'," Jimmy says to Hank, finishing up some story as they approach the table. "Hey, guys."
Elan smiles at Piddles, then back to Collin. He picks up some pizza and scarfs it, geting some of the sauce on his cheek. "You not in school yet, man?"
Hank grins at Jimmy, and nods to the others as they come back.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Fuckin' Weaver on a pogo stick. He's da one, kids. Duh. Let's get him back ta the church and beat the shit outta him 'till he Changes."
Collin glances over at Jimmy and Hank when they start coming back out, then says to Elan, "Yeah. S'posed to start soon and, of course, I'm not looking forward to it at *all*." He mock-yawns and polishes his nails on his shirt, a mock-air of superiority, "It's *so* boring for one so *intelligent* and *studly* as I am."
Hank snorts softly, grinning.
Piddles snorts loudly, nearly choking on his latest bite of pizza.
Jimmy Wilson sits down and yawns. "You da stud, man." He scarfs down a piece of pizza.
Collin bahs and raises his first in what *would* be a threatening mannor if one could take it seriously, "Bah! I'll show you all~"
Elan gives Collin a punch on the shoulder. "You da shit, guy."
Collin ows, "Oh, yah. If I was the shit, then I'd be in the sewer." He waves a hand in front of his nose, "Geeze."
Jimmy Wilson snorts. "Yeah? Show us, man." About this time, the teenager at the next table over turns around, his adam's apple bobbing as he draws up enough courage to speak to the loud Garou group. "Um, excuse me," he says, trying not to sound too timid. "We're trying to have dinner. Would you mind not swearing so much?"
+phoon
Piddles snaps his head around to look at the teen.
Collin just sort of looks at the teenager and then starts laughing real hard.
Elan gives a pointed look over to the group, eyes flashing. He eats a breadstick in a somehow menacing manner.
"Fine! Let's go," the kid says. He gathers up his jacket and grabs his girlfriend by the hand. Tossing some money on the table, they depart.
Jimmy Wilson rubs his eye. "Poor kid," he says. "Afraid he ain't gonna get none t'night cause a' our sewer mouths. Woo woo!" He throws an ice cube at Piddles.
Collin ewwwws, "Potty Mouth. Ewwwww." He wags a finger at Jimmy, "Nauughty, naughty." He starts sniggering again.
Piddles snorts. "Izza jus' mad coz he nevva got nun, ain't gonna get nun tonite needer."
Collin eyes Piddles, "Huh?" Then he blinks and laughs a little, "Oh!"
Hank rolls his eyes at the rest of the table. THen grins.
The restaurant manager approaches the table. "Excuse me," he starts. "I'm going to have to ask you all to leave. There have been some complaints."
Collin nods to the manager, "Really? I've got a complaint." He holds up his hand, straining to look sincere.
Jimmy Wilson frowns, looking up at the man. "Hey, man. We complainin', too."
Jimmy Wilson points at Collin. "See?"
Collin nods his head, "Yeah! Ya see?"
The manager sighs. "Please just leave? I'll not bill you for your meal if you just go now."
Collin says "I dunno, man, I want more pizza."
Collin looks at the others at the table, "Do you want more Pizza?"
Jimmy Wilson nods. "It ain't even a matter a' wantin' more. We gotta bring some home. I got me a coupla guys I barely know sittin' round with my bitch, prolly pettin' her an' wonderin' if we gonna bring them anything."
Elan nods. "I think a trip to the buffett is in order, here..."
Elan gets up, takes an empty pizza box, and saunters over to the buffet table.
Collin starts sniggering.
Collin stands up and stretches out. He saunters on over to the Buffet table and peeeeers at it, "Oooh."
Hank shakes his head, grinning.
Jimmy Wilson gets up and rubs his hands on his pants. "Don' worry, dude. We goin'." He puts on his jacket and hat, then turns to wave at the remaining customers. "Act like assholes an' ya can eat without payin'," he advises the ones within earshot. "C'mon, guys. Let's bail. We can go get donuts or somethin' fer dessert."
Collin says, grinning, "That reminds me of the time and my friends went up this Dunkin' Donuts, right? And we ordered all these donuts and we tried to open the box right there in the store when was giving it to us, and the clerk snatched it away and gave us, like, this totally hateful stare! The type of 'you can't have your donuts until you leave' stare." He bahs, "I think he was so pathetic he ritualized giving people donuts.'
Elan quickly manages to slide a whole hot All-Meat pizza in the box while the manager scowls at Jimmy's announcement, and hustles after his alpha. "Yeah, come on, let's go."
Collin rattles on, "Then again, it *was* Portland. Bleah." He makes a face and peers at the selected foods with a shrug. He sticks his hands in his overcoat pockets.
Jimmy Wilson nods seriously at Collin. "Yeah, well. Old Andy ain't like that." He raises his voice enough for the manager to hear. "Andy's donuts is cool. They don't discriminate for someone havin' fun. C'mon, guys."
Piddles hops up to his feet, waggles his just-growing-in eyebrows at the manager and herds Collin after the alpha.
Hank nods to Jimmy, following after.
Jimmy Wilson heads past the trio of video games, through the door and onto the street.
Collin gets herded, casting a longing glance at Mortal Kombat, blowing the machine a kiss, "I'll be back, my darlin'!"
Collin heads past the trio of video games, through the door and onto the street.
Hank heads past the trio of video games, through the door and onto the street.
street
Elan comes out of the pizza parlor, followed by the aroma of fresh pizza.
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Here's da plan: We get his ass in the Church, make sure we're alone, then make a circle 'round his ass an' shift up and scare the shit outta him. If he don't shift, we'll just scare him an' knock him 'round 'till he does. Coolness?"
Pack> Elan OK!
Forgotten Church(#1801RAJLM)
Contents:
Jimmy Wilson throws open the door. "Anyhow," he says to Collin, "We sorta hang out here. Sometimes. Got a coupla six packs downstairs. I'll bring 'em up." He heads for the basement stairs.
Pack> Piddles says "Jus' say when, buddeee."
Pack> Jimmy Wilson says "Make sure he don't run, dudes. I'm checkin' ta make sure we ain't got no visitors."
Jimmy Wilson heads down the basement stairs.
Collin nods real slow-like, "Nice place. Looks like it could topple at any moment. Perfect place not to have your wiats about you." He grins.
Pack> Shakes says "~I'm coming back up in Crinos. Oh, and without beer. Sorry."
Hank chuckles. "Oh, it's a bit run-down...but nobody bothers us here, an' it's pretty cool." He's grinning...and between Collin and the door.
Pack> Shakes ~Let me know when you have things ready. Then you can all shift, too. Don't let him run.~
Pack> Hank says "I'm between him and the door. Let the others get ready, and let us know when you're about t' come up."
Pack> Shakes is ready anytime. Just give the word...
Piddles ambles about the room, but seems to be staying between Collin and the windows on one side of the room.
Elan puts down the donut box, and rubs his hands, apparently cold in the drafty Church. "Not much to look at, but we like it."
Collin scans the place, nodding. He wanders around a bit and then hops one one of the pews and begins leaping from one to one.
Piddles nods. "Izza good playse."
Collin yeahs, "Well, it seems pretty cool, that's fer fuckin' sure."
Collin calls out, "He better not be drinking ALL the beer down there!"
Elan looks to the basement. "No, he better not be..."
Pack> Hank says "Ready, Elan? If so, I think he can come on up....and we'll shift as soon as he shows up. Right?"
Pack> Shakes says "The second ya see me, I want ya all ta shift."
Shakes appears at the top of the basement stairwell.
Piddles contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
A huge, fur covered form bursts up from the basement, snarling and leaping towards Collin. ~Okay, stud. Show us whatcha got.~ A feral snarl shows large fangs, dripping with saliva. Clawed fists clench in anticipation.
You shift into Crinos form.
Hank contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Piddles roars a challenge, knotty and hulking in the shadows nearby.
Pack> Shakes OOC: Wow, we're acting almost like a pack. I mean, working together and all. I'm soooo proud. *sniffle*
Hank doesn't roar...he just growls loudly...between Collin and the door.
Elan contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Collin just sort of stares at Shakes. Nope, he's not grinning anymore, and he just stands there real frozen like on the pew he was standing on.
Collin sniffs once.
Shadow Eyes flexes enormous knife-like claws menacingly at Collin!
Collin finally goes, "Yaiiie!" And he leaps over the pew, charging for the window. An attempt which comes to a skidding halt when he sees what's between him and said window.
Piddles snarls.
Piddles drools.
Shakes takes a step forward, then another. ~Shift boy. Now. Or you'll wish you did!~ His claws extend as he moves forward, fixing his eye on the kid. ~Dammit,~ he says as Collin breaks and runs. ~Fuckin' punk. Shift!~
Hank growls softly...and beckons to the teenager, grinning....only something with that many teeth can't really grin reassuringly, now can it.
Pack> Hank says "Don't think he understands ya, Shakes...."
Shakes pages all: I'm using Persuasion, sort of. I really dunno how well it'd work in this situation, though.
Shadow Eyes growls, slathering as he slices through a pew, looking like he's going to eat Collin any second.
Piddles springs for Collin!
Pack> Shakes ~Fuck it. He understands enough ta be scared. Or pissed. That's all he needs ta know ta shift.~
Collin does a circle, mostly 'cause he goes towards the door, then ends up spotting what's at the door, and then turns again and finds himself running straight at Shakes. This is definately not the direction he wanted to go 'cause he comes to a skidding halt again as soon as Shakes smashes the pew. He lets out a strangeld squawk.
Pack> Hank snickers. "He don't look that pissed...though he looks like he MIGHT piss in a moment."
Hank starts forward....helping to draw the circle tighter around the teen.
Shakes raises his arms and takes a swipe, purposely missing the cub. ~Shift or die! Do it! Do it!~ he roars.
Shadow Eyes comes in from behind, and lets out a growl right beside Collin's ear.
It's comical, his delayed reaction. Down goes the swipe, and by the time it's already missed him he's leaping backwards straight into the arms of whoever is there.
Pack> Shakes ~Keep tight with the door, Whitey.~
Pack> Hank says "Will do...."
Shadow Eyes picks Collin up with one hand, and flexes a claw like he's going to disembowel the teen. The claw rears back...
Shakes moves forward, making a motion at Shadow Eyes with his arm. ~Don't hurt him... too much. He ain't ours, man.~
Collin lets out another squawk, and *then* he finally starts to get pissed off, or at least it looks that way. He babbles something, and it sounds vaguely like how he doesn't wanna die here.
Piddles hovers in the background, making hungry, mouthsmacking noises.
Pack> Shakes ~Who wanna play Catch the Cub-ball? Let's shove him around a little.~
Pack> Hank says "Sounds like fun....sendhim this way!"
Hank grins toothily, watching Shadow Eyes and the teen.
Pack> Shakes ~Be careful around that door, Hank. Don't let him get out.~
Shadow Eyes suddenly tosses Collin high in the air, right towards Shakes.
Pack> Hank says "I'll be careful..."
Up Collin goes like the proverbial sack of potatoes, but he begins falling as something much different. It must've been the idea of a bunch of werewolves tossing him around like he was a hot potato that finally got him ticked off enough to Shift.
Collin contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Shakes bounds back, away from the cub and Elan. ~Cub ball,~ he says. He reaches out to catch Collin, none to gently, then drops him. ~Oops. Damn. No points for me.~ He reaches down to pick him up, then stops. ~It's about time,~ he says.
Pack> Hank laughs. "That did it! Now we just gotta keep him from shredding too much stuff."
Shadow Eyes growls. ~Shit. Glad I tosed him when I did!~ He moves around, defensively now, watching the teen with utter seriousness.
Pack> Shakes ~All the cool Stuff's either in the townhouse or the basement here. No prob.~
Hank takes a much more defensive looking posture....ready and alert between the cub and the door.
Piddles assumes a position much like a soccer goalie.
Collin still seems to have a rather wild expression on his face, and it looks like escape is probably the first thign on his mind. He scrabbles in an ungainly fashion towards the door, looking ready to bodyslam Hank to get him out of the way. This, of course, won't go to well.
Shadow Eyes moves with Rage-born speed to tag the cub as well, working with Hank to take him down.
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Hank moves for the cub, grabbing and holding him down with Shadow Eyes' help.
Shakes laughs, but moves forward. ~Let's stop the kid before he hurts himself.~ He tries to whistle, but gives up that idea. ~Chill out, Jackal-boy. We ain't gonna hurt you... now.~
Collin gets easily pinned and slowly winds his struggle down, peering around. His tongue lolls out the side of his mouth, and the first words he actually speaks, within a few minuites, are, "Uh."
Shakes contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Piddles grins down at the kid. ~Congratulations,~ he rumbles.
Shadow Eyes slurps Collin once, and grins a toothy grin.
Hank grins at Collin, and slurps him from the other side....keeping his teeth hidden when he grins.
Jimmy Wilson continues his stride until he reaches the pinned cub. "Good goin', man. We ain't gonna fuck wit' ya no more. Can you understand me?"
As he's slurped, Collin gets that kind of 'blech' look on his face, or at least as much as one can manage with a muzzle instead of a mouth. He nods the affirmative however, after a moment of looking utterly confused. He says it again, "Uh."
Jimmy Wilson yawns. "Kid's a Strider," he says to his packmate. "You guys keep him here an' maybe talk ta him some. You know, standard drill by now, right? I'll see if I can round up someone ta come pick his ass up."
Hank nods to Jimmy. ~Sure.~
Collin sniffs again, then shakes his head a bit and looks confused still, but it's beginning to dwindle away slowly.
Shadow Eyes holds the boy and waits until he's human again. ~I can call Alexandra, or Sepdet and have him taken away.~
Collin *still* seems and smells confused and afraid, his emotions obvious from his positioning.
Hank glances at Shadow Eyes. ~THink we can get him to shift back?~
Hank grins at the cub...and relaxes his grip just enough to pat the kid on the shoulder...
Shadow Eyes relaxes nothing until Collin changes back. He crouches there, implacable.
Collin glances up at Hank when he's patted and then twisting his head in the other direction to look at Shadow Eyes.
Piddles circles warily, acting as guard and backup.
Shadow Eyes slurps as the boy looks over.
Collin mutters, ~Oooookay.~
Hank grins at the slurp,and pats the boy's shoulder soothingly.
Hank pats the shifted teen on the shoulder again, trying to get him calmed down.
Collin seems to be calming down, but he deosn't seem to be shifting down. He looks over at the shreds of his clothing too.
Piddles offers from the background, ~Think small?~
Hank glances at Piddles. ~You wanna help hold him, while I shift down enough to talk to him so he can understand?~
Piddles grunts assent, shakes himself furiously, sending drool flying in all directions to clear his beard off, then ambles over to take a firm grip on the youngster.
Hank waits til Piddles has a good grip, then shifts down.
Hank contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Hank grins at the cub, and when he speaks, his voice is deep and rough-sounding. "Not bad...ya managed t' shift. Now...ya gotta shift back. Think about gettin' smaller....try t' remember what you normally look like, an' try t' feel like you're shiftin' back t' that..."
Collin whufs a bit, and then he makes a noise like he's clearing his throat and grates out painfully, "Ookaay."
Collin seems still confused, though, and he closes his eyes and concentrates futiley for a few moments. Then a few moments more. And then, finally, there's the typical wrenching as he drops straight back to Homid, letting out a grunt, "Ohman, that feels fuckin' *weird!*"
Hank grins, chuckling. "Don't it though? Good goin', cub." He reaches out a hand and pats Collin's shoulder firmly.
Collin gets patted again, then says, "Okay. So, uh, can I have some clothes now?" He hehs, looking at the ruins of his overcoat, "Damn, and I *liked* that coat." He grumbles.
Collin grumbles, "Perfect fuckin' start for a new week.'
Hank snorts, grinning. "Ya ain't seen nothin' yet, cub. An' don't worry 'bout the clothes, we'll find ya somethin'. Dunno if we got any right here knockin' about, but we'll find ya somethin' before too long." He chuckles. "So...hope you don't have people waiting for ya, or anything..."
Collin groans a little.
Piddles slowly eases back on his grip on Collin once the cub is homid once more.
Hank grins. "That groan because of the clothes? An' DO ya have people waitin' for ya?"
Collin snorts a bit, rasping, "Just my parents. But I *liked* that damn coat." He peers at it. The glint of metal can be seen beneath the rags of the overcoats too, "Uh.. Can I check and make sure the cans ain't leaking?" And he grumbles, "Where's the beer."
Hank raises an eyebrow."What kinda cans? An' the beer's downstairs. We can find ya some....might be good for ya, at that." He mmms. "That's gonna be a problem. 'Cause ya can't go back t' your parents...least, not for a while. It'll be up t' your tribe as t' when."
Collin uhs, "S'just paint. I kinda like ta spraypaint." He smirks dryly, "As for beer, I think *anything* cold would do me some good about now." He looks over at Piddles, then at Hank, and slowly lifts a hand to scratch his head, "Owww. head..Stop...Pounding."
Hank nods. "C'mon downstairs, then. We'll get ya some beer."
Piddles lets up the cub entirely.
Hank stands as well,and offers his hand to the cub.
Piddles contorts and blurs as he is transformed.
Collin uhs. "I'm naked."
Piddles shrugs. "Yah?"
Hank shrugs. "Well, ya can't stay there all night. Not like ya ain't got anything we don't..." He grins. "An' ya get...well, not used t' it. But ya learn t' deal with it. Ya don't always got clothes that'll shift with ya. Sometimes ya lose 'em, or need t' take 'em off first. C'mon...it's OK."
Collin just sort of blinks at Hank, then mutters, "Great. A shapeshifting colony of nudists."
Collin clambers to his feet, brushing himself off and wincing as he plucks a spliter from beneath a nail.
Piddles grins. "If'n it make ya feel better, Pid runaround nekkied too."
Hank snickers softly at Piddles.
Collin hehs, "Oh yeah. That makes me feel *great. No Deliverance flashbacks."
Hank claps Collin gently on the shoulder,and laughs. "It happens. A lot of cubs lose their clothes durin' first change. I did...."
Piddles waggles his eyebrows at Hank. "Pid didn't!"
Hank snorts at Pid, grinning. "No...but then, you didn't wear clothes..."
Collin yups, "A nudist colony."
Hank chuckles. "No....a lupe."
Collin brushes himself off a bit more and wanders over to the spraypaint cans, peering at them, "WEll, they're not leakin'. Mebbe I could paint myself some clothes.'
Hank grins. "Naw....that'd just make ya look nakeder. Maybe we can find ya a blanket or somethin' downstairs, til we can get ya somethin'."
Collin nods his head slowly, rubbing at his eyes, "What o' fucking weekend."
Piddles eyes the youth. "Yah, he gonna start a-gettin' all cold soon an' mebbe he not find 'imself agin' once it all cold and goin' away, yah? Find 'im blanket soon!"
Hank grins. "Sure, Pid." He grins at Collin."C'mon....let's head downstairs. We'll get ya somethin' so ya can at least cover up. Pid might not mind goin' nude, but then he was a dog before he changed..."
Pack> Piddles says "You gots dis wun, buddee? Pid a-gonna head home to bed, yah?"
Pack> Hank says "I'll take care of the cubbie, Pid. See ya later."
Piddles claps the cub on the shoulder. "Pid, he seeya later, yah. Hank heer, he takin' good caraya."
Collin laughs, "A dog? I think that explains something." He snickers and follows Hank.
Piddles arfs, quite convincingly, and departs.
Back to home.
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Elan lifts an eyebrow. "Oh? Playing for money, huh? Maybe we can have a rematch later."
Currently the moon is in the waning Full Moon phase (81% full).
Jimmy Wilson has left.
Collin has left.
Hank has left.
You head past the trio of video games, through the door and onto the street. The aroma of fresh pizza follows you out the door.
Regan Avenue East, Downtown
Red brick buildings rise, some of them crumbling from disrepair and disuse, others patched together by repairs. Graffiti covers some of the walls near street level, some rude, most crude, but the occasional drawing is meant for a lighter-hearted reaction. The graffiti becomes a colorful, almost gaudy mural at the western end of the district, an announcement of the Regan Hope Project's presence. Trash litters the majority of the gutters, from Harbor Park in the east across to just before the Regan Hope Project's domain, where the trash is less prevalent and the buildings less run-down. Small shops with apartments in the floors above them span a block here and corners there: delis, second-hand clothes, textiles, small restaurants, a grocery store. Sandwiched between the buildings are weed-choked empty lots.
Contents:
Hank
Collin
Jimmy Wilson
Yellow Cab
Obvious exits:
Harbor Park The Gunbarrel Abandoned Lot Empty Lot Pizza Parlor Regan Hope Project North South West
Elan has arrived.
The old church is dark, dimly lit by outside light coming in through scum-encrusted windows during the day, and tomblike during the night. There is a coatroom in the back of the nave, with separate doors leading off to mens' and womens' restrooms, and two staircases, one going up to the balcony and bell-tower, and the other leading down to the basement. The double doors leading out to the street are at the back of the coatroom.
The hard wooden pews in the sanctuary are, for the most part, still intact. There are even Bibles and hymnals left in the shelves along the back of each row, although many of them look rather chewed on. The altar on a dais at the front of the church is empty, and the lectern that once stood next to it has been knocked over. Rotting red cloth hangs at the very front of the church; there might once have been a design on it, but it has long since faded or been eaten away.
Elan
Hank
Collin
Jimmy Wilson
Errol
Gargoyle
Obvious exits:
Street Basement
Jimmy Wilson has left.
Shakes has arrived.
Hank shifts into Crinos form.
Elan sparkles and blurs, shifting into Crinos form.
Collin shifts into Crinos form.
At about eight feet in height, this creature is certainly imposing to humans. Then again, just about anything with this much fur, claws and teeth would be. It's pelt is a dark shade of brown, the shape of the head familiar to those who've seen pictures of Anbuis and their ilk, much like the Jackals. A definate, full-blooded Silent Strider by the looks of him.
It's eyes are hazel in color, and it seems to be slightly uneasy on it's feet, like it's not completely comfortable with how it stands or feels. There's a small, more greyish streak of fur that runs down along it's sides, probably a hereditary marking on his coat.
Shakes shifts into Homid form.
Hank shifts into Glabro form.
You shift into Homid form.