[Gina McClaren] *A cigarette sizzles in slush, tiny light murdered by moisture as Gina’s hand spasms in fright, forsaking nictotine in favor of the blade that she doesn’t finish reaching for. Instead standing very still as Edwin leans to speak at the nape of her neck. Luna hid her face from her children, overlooking the deeds done tonightby creatures in shadow, perhaps the better to love them come morning. Edwin Morr was just such a creature, his presence holding less of the human comfort a kin has grown accustomed to, and more of the danger hinted at in flashes of golden eyes. Soft brown eyes slip to shadowed blue, and the pikey wets her lips nervously, singsonging.*
Rough night. Reckon. Sole ‘as me number. An… Ah’m clearly en fine company.
*Initial shock wearing off into familiar wariness, she huffs in vague annoyance and rolls her shoulders as though trying to work out a kink.*
[Edwin Morr] ((Gina seems a bit… tense?
Perception + Empathy, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 2, 3, 5 (Failure at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] “Lucky you…” Edwin grins, reaching inside his coat to withdraw a flask from an interior pocket. He unscrews the lid, and takes a swig, before wordlessly offering it to Gina.
“So… Dat bein’ said… Whut brings ya ta th’Park dis time uh night? Right funny spell fer uh walk; wind’ll git mighty col’ soon.”
Edwin seems to consider the kin for a few moments, and finds himself stymied in the attempt to discern what she was feeling. They say still waters run deep; tonight perhaps it was so with Gina. Assuming he could quit undressing her with his eyes long enough to catch something like that.
[Gina McClaren] *Edwin peers at her, offers her a flask, and it gets a wry quirk of full lips from the generously curved kin. Charms clink, pushed together as she reaches down the front of a stained crimson coat and retreives a flask of her own. A tip of the container in mock toast before she unscrews the top and takes a swig the liquor within, the scent hot and spiced on her breath. Cinnamon? She hums lovely around the taste.*
Jes walkin aft me worries. An yerself darlin? Recht glad tae hear yer packed wi’ Rory. She’s a fine lass.
[Edwin Morr] Edwin nods, chuckling darkly as Gina brings out her own flask. Screwing the lid back onto his flask, Edwin drops it into the interior pocket of his coat and puts his hands back in his pockets.
“Yeah, she’s uh peach, dat’ne… Fits uh far sight better’n I might’uh fig’red at first reck’nin’. But den… Ain’t e’sactly my call ‘lone whut seals th’deal.”
A few moments pass, as Edwin’s grin grows still more sly yet, veritably dripping trouble. The insidious nature only seems to increase as he asks another question of little import save his own morbid curiousity.
“Speakin’ uh Rory, ‘dja git ‘er straighten’d ‘roun’ on jes’ whut uh blowie is? Reckon Mickey had ‘er right confused, an’ I ain’t really th’one ta go e’splainin’ dat sort’a thang in uh way whut most gals’d like.”
[Delmar Meister] Blurrrrr
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10, 10 (Success x 3 at target 8)
[Delmar Meister] Be vewwy, vewwy quiet!
Dice Rolled:[ 8 d10 ] 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7, 10 (Success x 6 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Delmar Meister] Where are all the parties now? Where are all the drunken stumblers coming out of bars? The ones practically begging to have their pockets picked. Where are all the late-night park stumblers? Where are all the homeless hooch-horders? The ones that’ll share a nip for something warm, or for the lack of something warm, like blood dripping down a brow.
Where the fuck was everybody?
Ah, here is something. Voices, still muffled by the snow, but voices surely. One man. One woman. He comes closer, closer still, approaching slowly and silently. Perhaps the huff of breath in some unseen corner gives him away as he listens. And perhaps it is only the wind.
[Gina McClaren] Och really? Now how would a shade like Edwin Morr explain a theng?
*She teases, shaking off greif and weariness with a grin. Edwin was up to something tonight. But then she expected he was always up to something. Cinnamon alcohol is swirled idly in the small metal flask as the soft, honey tongued woman singsongs.*
Speakin o’ yer explainin thengs. Reckon ah’d opportunity tae break en tha christmas gift ye gave tae me. Works like a charm.
*A sniff and a much needed slug off her flask at that, Delmar unnoticed. A ghost in the darkness.*
[Edwin Morr] ((Does Edwin notice Delmar through the totem bond?
Perception, diff = 6))
Dice Rolled:[ 3 d10 ] 1, 2, 4 (Botch x 1 at target 6)
[Edwin Morr] He grins wider as she asks after how he’d explain a thing like that. And then she mentions having broken in the Christmas gift. The grin never leaves, not even the once, though it does grow the merest shade darker… the merest hint more rictus in nature.
“I’m glad… Reckon th’lessons might uh helped uh sight too.
Whut happened?”
At the edges of his mind, there is a tickle, like something that would be an itch, if only allowed to be so. Edwin’s grin widens… And he speaks overly loudly for talking to Gina, but just loud enough to carry to where Delmar is.
“Evenin’, Rory… Yer gettin’ too good’t dat.”
[Delmar Meister] For a while…nothing. Just the sound of the city in the not-so-distance. The sound of the two of them chatting one minute, then not. Then waiting.
Waiting.
“…..Uhhhh….”
That…wasn’t Rory. He steps out now, blurring away from the color stones and trees set in a city, set in snow. He becomes the other Bogeyman, not the Bogeywoman, and the ice snow under his feet only seem to crunch as he plants his feet a few yards away and stands firm.
“Guess again. Hey handsy.”
Delmar’s eyes flicker to the flask, then back up to the Kin, and his lips curl into a smile. What uhhh…what are you guys up to?”
[Marni] So far so good. Now? now it’s time to get her bearings, to figure out where things were. It’s gonna take a while – but with her belly full and so many things to see? It’s gonna be fun. And fun.. well, it’s not her middle name, but maybe it should be.
In either case, the dark and curly haired little moppet of a Gnawer strides through the park, along the path a listenin for voices, trying to see what she can see. She’s not trying to hide (currently) nor is she really drawing attention to herself. It’s just one foot in front of the other…
[Gina McClaren] Fed a serial killer tae some hungry ghosts. But nae afore ee decided ah’d be next en the serial. Nearly succeeded tae, ah reckon. Made a mess… made the.. paper…
*She trails off looking about for the redhead they’d been discussing earlier. Expression darkening in memory. Another nip off her flask and a sigh as she bumps Edwin with the rounded softness of an ample hip. Then “Uhhhhh” sounds in the distance and Gina’s breaking into a wide grin and bounding over towards the other bogeyman. Feet slip sliding on the melted ice of the deserted skating rink. Pikey skidding into him with a laughing “oof”. The Fenrir’s shoulders are hastily grabbed to keep the tiny woman from going down in a clatter of charms. Cinnamon booze spills on his jacket*
Low Key! Where have ye been?! Yer never around!
[Edwin Morr] Edwin grins, all the while inwardly scolding himself for not recognizing Delmar from Rory in the bubble in his brain, and for missing where exactly Delmar was. He’d been off a bit…
The totem bond would show the irritation, perhaps… As well as wry amusement.
Still, Edwin nods to Delmar in greetings, and lets Gina finish before addressing him.
“As fer us, Gina here’s regailin’ me wit’ tales uh glory’n some such. Seems th’city’s uh better place on account’uh her.
Attagirl.”
Edwin nods, and then finds his gaze drawn to the woman quietly approaching them (Marni). His lopsided, sly grin rests about his features, eternally so it seems, even as he considers this newcomer.
[Marni] Voices! Excellent. It seems Chicago also rarely sleeps which suits Marni just fine, just fine indeed. Marni prefers the night life, as it were.
She heads toward the not exactly deserted ice skating rink, her steps even and sure, even on the snow. She’s well used to winter, it seems. Boots are old, worn, and comfortable, as are the jeans she wears, under a coat that’s warm enough for the frigid chill. She doesn’t have a hat on, her curls – dark brown – bouncing into her eyes – also very dark.
A hint of rage, a dash of fun, and we’ve one pleased ragabash heading their direction underneath her darkened moon.
[Delmar Meister] “I’m uhhh…I’m always around. You just don’t know it.” He was grinning already at having the ample Strider Kin tumble pleasurably into him, but the grin flashed a little wider, and was joined by an impish wink aimed at Edwin.
“Its a uh…its kinda our thing..”
That…wasn’t a Bogeyman coming at them. Nor was it a bogeywoman. Hair the wrong color. And much, much too loud.
[Gina McClaren] Och, nae exactly glory…
*Her laughter warm and musical as she loops an arm around Delmar’s trim waist and rests intimately against him, leaning and offering her flask up for him to sample, head tilted back to observe. Being unseen was indeed their thing, best get a good look at them while the sneaky buggers were visible.*
Was more a cluster fuck wha ah-
*A stranger approaches, and Gina falls silent, brown eyes narrowed. Gone is the chipper drifter who greeted every unknown as a friend yet to be made. A few months in Chicago had molded her into a far warier creature. Caramel fingers tighten slightly on Delmar’s hip.*
Help ye?
[Edwin Morr] ((Sneakin’
Dex + Stealth + Fox))
Dice Rolled:[ 10 d10 ] 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6, 9, 10 (Success x 2 at target 6) Re-rolls: 1
[Edwin Morr] Gina and Delmar stare at Marni. Marni approaches the group…
Edwin does his houdini act… Disappearing while their various attentions were turned somewhere other than at him.
((Sorry folks; I gotta jet. Work starts early tomorrow. Thanks for the rp; I had fun :) ))
[Marni] She’s being stared at – and the third one disappears and she quirks a brow, with a lopsided grin. “Help me? Well.. I don’t think I need any… yet. Why, do I look like I do? I mean I’m relatively clean except for this spot right here” and she points to her inner thigh, and scrubs at her jeans a little with a sigh. “Happens when you’re surfing bustops.”
As if that’s something everyone does…
Then, back to the present. “Oh! I mean, just thought I’d say hi, since everyone else seems to be sleeping. on a Friday night. What the hell kinda nightlife is that?!”
[Delmar Meister] “That’s what I was thinkin’. Where uhh…where the fuck is everybody? But looks like you found the happenin’est party in town. At least, uhhh…without a cover charge.”
His nose and lips were teased by the scent of alcahol, and cinamon, and he takes a liberal nip from Gina’s flask, leaning into her as he does.
Eyes scan marni carefully. While she points to her thigh, he’s looking at her feet, her arms, as if sizing her up. As if deciding whether or not he could take her in a fight.
“So uhhh…what’s your name, Toots?”
[Gina McClaren] *The buxom strider kin rests against Delmar with all the familiar intimacy of a lover, reaching up to tug playfully at a thin blonde braid before sighing and taking back her flask. Quiet but for the tinkle and clink of charms, muscles still bunched and sore from the exertions in Tekawitha earlier in the week. A frown as she relaxes into a Fenrir and lets his body heat warm her, greif and bitterness vying for her attention. A glance around for Edwin, only to discover the sly no moon had disappeared back into the shadows that were his tribes domain.*
[Marni] Now. Truth is? He probably could take her in a fight. She’s not much for fighting, though when she has too, she’s as vicious as any rat in a cage. She’s not very all, just 5’5″ and a bit curvy, but only in the right places – her belly is flat, her hips slender, her boobs.. well. Not bad at all, from what can be told under her jacket. She doesn’t look like a giant rage machine, and that’s all well and good, because she’s not. Really.
Her talents lie elsewhere.
What’s her name? “huh? Oh! Marni. Marni Geller, at your service…” She crosses her legs at the ankle spreads her arm and bows, grinning up at the two of them.
Her eyes are drawn though, drawn like a moth to the flame when she hears that tinkle and clink of charms and bells and oooooooooh shiny….
[Delmar Meister] “Hey Marni Marni Geller.” He says, grinning at his own cleverness, and leaning a little to heavily on Gina for a moment. He catches himself, though. And recovers nicely. “You uhh…one of them insomaniacs or somethin?”
[Gina McClaren] *Marni and Delmar make small talk, and while Gina was comfortable in the very worst of company, that is to say, between two Bogeymen under a darkened moon, she’s not so any longer. The dusky skinned creature rolls onto her tiptoes and presses a friendly kiss to Delmar’s jaw, smile felt rather than seen as she murmers.*
Be carefy taenecht darlin. Please? Ye stop en soon an ah’ll make ye somethen tae et. G’necht loves.
*An impressive jog of attributes as she drops to her heels and offers Marni a tired smile.*
Necht loves. Aft wi me.
*A last smile quirked to Delmar, her flask tucked away inside her coat, and Gina begins to pick her way through the snow and slush. Headed home before Soledad does more than pop out of the bushes at her.*
[Marni] “Yeah, something like that.” Her grin is easy enough, and she watches as Gina wanders off. Then she wrenches her eyes back with a force of will, to grin at Delmar.
“Didn’t mean t’chase your ladyfriend off. Dunno if it’s so much insomnia, or jus’ ain’t decided where t’set up for the night yet.” A beat, and an arched brow. “So who’re you?”
[Delmar Meister] He inhales slowly, as if savoring the scent of the kiss, if such a thing were possible. He exhales slowly as she walks away, then he’s turning back to Marni, just as she turns to her. She apolagizes, and Delmar just shrugs, kicking absently at the snow.
She asks who he is, and he doesn’t miss a beat.
“I’m the king of Chicago. You uhhhh…Better recognize.”
That would have been more impressive, had he not stalled the way he did.
[Marni] “Excellent!” She claps her hands once, twice, before tucking them around the straps of her backpack, rocking back and forth on her feet a little – heel to toe toe to heel. “Exactly the one I was looking for then, yer majesty!”
She nods, as if this is an every day occurrence, running into someone that claims to be the king of a city all on his lonesome. “Being royal, and all, I guess you can point me toward an unoccupied alley where I won’t get my lil toes stepped on while I take a little nap, then…. right?”
That grin, that grin doesn’t slip a bit, does it…
[Delmar Meister] “You crazy? Its uhhh…cold as fuck. Get our ass to a shelter, Marni. Or uhhh…a motel or something. Aint you got any friends you can cuddle with?”
[Marni] Her eyes sparkle as she grins at him. “Crazy? Not today. Tomorrow maybe! Don’t worry, I know how to make a lil space all nice and warm and cozy…”
She tips her head, and that grin slides lopsided. “Course, if ya wanna be my cuddle buddy…” A tease, she is.