[Grace]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 1, 6, 7, 10 (Success x 1 at target 6)
[Grace] [ugh, again!]
Dice Rolled:[ 5 d10 ] 1, 3, 7, 8, 8 (Success x 2 at target 7)
[Marni] [nothing to see here…]
Dice Rolled:[ 6 d10 ] 3, 6, 6, 6, 8, 9 (Success x 5 at target 5)
[Grace] “And she left in the fall, that’s her picture on the wall, she always had that little drop of pooooison,” she’s been adventurous today.
Grace has learned a valuable lesson as a ragabash. IThe greatest sin one can commit is getting caught at a crime. She knows she isn’t supposed to go out unescorted, but she has been thinking through loopholes. Does she have to leave with an escort, or can she acquire one along the wa?
Whatever it was, it had Grace on the streets, in places she did not belong.
Singing.
She moved like she belonged in the city, and she moved like she wasn’t a predator on these streets. She danced, because she thought no one was looking.
And she danced so very, very well..
[Marni] There’s an El station in Lake View, that boasts an overweight security guard that is really pissed off.that a certain gnawer girl has managed to slip past him three times in a row in the last week. He still can’t understand how the hell she gets up there, let alone how she can jump down without killing herself, and STILL outrun him…
And here she comes again. Bruno is glaring as he watches, warily seeking the short but stacked crazy chick that keeps showing up ON TOP OFF the damn el train. ON TOP. As in RIDING UP THERE. And she hasn’t died yet. She just startles the hell out of patrons as…
And here she comes – she times her jump perfectly, as if she’s surfed the top of trains all her life (and, in fact, that’s not far from the truth) just for fun, for kicks, to sooth her daredevil soul. She grasps the support and as the train rolls to a stop, she swings out and down, landing on the platform light on her feet, with a flex of her knees. She grins up at the startled patrons and then lets loose a piercing whistle to get hisattention, followed by a. “HI BRUNO!”
And she’s off like a shot, dancing gracefully between patrons until she can throw herself full speed down the stairs, laughing as the poor overweight bastard huffs and puffs and cusses her out from behind her – where he makes an attempt, but knows he can’t possibly catch the sneaky ragabash….
She hits the sidewalk at a full out run, laughing all the way… pausing only to turn and run backwards and holler “BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME BRUNO!” and spin around to take off again…
[Grace] She was fascinated with the El. She hadn’t seen anything like that before, and right now it was something that was, suffice to say, new and interesting.
But then? Then there was a person running down the street. Laughing, pleased, elated, and Grace, with her moon full and bright in the sky, wanted to follow. Wanted to give chase. So, when she saw Marni running, she crouched, and the too tall, too thin woman ran with her. she wanted to pursue. She wanted to keep up.
She wanted to know what made her smile like that, that made her laugh like that. She saw something new and fascinating, and Grace wanted, desperately, to know what that was.
her vision was geared towards movement, so she moved.
[Marni] She suddenly has company, someone running with her as she makes sure there’s enough distance between her and the El that Bruno won’t give chance. He’ll try to catch hr again next time, and she is positive she’ll evade him once again.
She slows her run, then to a walk, as she watches the kid who’s joined her in her flee from the not-so-swift hand of justice, until she stops, and bends over, hands on her knees as she catches her breath. She dimples into a grin for Grace, and nods. “Hiya.”
[Grace] Grace runs, but… she doesn’t seem tired. She seems disheveled, yes, but she isn’t tired. Grace looks at Marni, head cocked to the side. The wolf-in-homid-skin cocks her head to the side, and in a moment of sheer adulthood, doesn’t make any sort of sound. She gives no indication that she is tired or curious, save for her body posture. She gives no indication otherwise.
he blinks, long and slow.
Then grins.
“Hi,” she tells Marni.
A pause.
“Why are you running?”
[Marni] She chuckles, having expected the question. She straightens up and looks back the way they came with an unrepentant grin. “I was surfing on top of the ‘El, and jumped down – the security guard was chasing me. He’s been trying to catch me for weeks now.. I’m too fast for him.”
As if it’s a common occurrence, something everyone does – surfs on top of moving trains.
A beat, and a grin. “Why were YOU running?”
[Grace] “What’s surfing? How do you do that?”
This is something she has been chastised for, it is asking too many questions too quickly. Everyone, aparently, surfs on top of trains, and Grace, for her part, seemed to think about this and was fascinated. This Bone Gnawer, though she didn’t know she was a bone gnawer, was interesting.
Why was she running?
“Because you were running,” she says, “I could not ask you questions if you ran away.”
[Marni] “Good point.” she says, and then hops up on the seat of a bench, walking it’s length before sitting on the back of it, and adjusting the straps of her backpack to sit easier on her shoulders.
“Lucky you – I like questions.” It’s her moon in the sky, and her eyes are filled with mischief, her lips curved easily into a knowing little grin. “Surfing is something people typically do on water – they stand on a board and ride the waves as they crash to the beach. I’m not much for water, so MY kinda surfing is jumping onto the top of a moving train, and riding it until I want to get off, and jumping down again. It can be pretty dangerous, so don’t go trying that on your own or anything…”
[Grace] She looks left, she looks right, she doesn’t touch anything. Her clothes have seen better days, and she does not look like the sort that could get by with wearing only a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of holey jeans,, but she doesn’t seem to be too cold. not in the least bit, her cheeks are warm, and there is a common mischief in her eyes.
“Are all the trains gone?”
[Marni] She chuckles and shrugs. “Nah – they’ll swing back around again, but not for a while.”
She tips her head, watching her. “Haven’t I seen you hanging round the Broho? I sneak up in there to shower once in a while. Or I did, until I got me a place to stay…”
[Grace] “Oh,” she says, and she seems somewhat crestfallen. Again she inhales, and does not make much of a noise. the idea gone for the time being. She shoves her hands into her pockets. She is comfortable.
Isn’t she at the brotherhood? Grace doesn’t say much, she just nods in affirmation.
[Marni] She shakes a finger playfully at Grace. “Mind what I said now – don’t do that without help the first time. The timing’s tricky, and healin from that ain’t a walk in the park.” That, friends, is called the voice of experience.
“Thought so. What’s your name? I’m Marni.”
[Grace] “Grace,” she tells Marni. She smiles a little, and the expression is open. she wears these things, unafraid to hide them, unknowing that she should. She does not believe it all at face value, but rather, she does seem more… or less… in control of what she broadcasts in this form.
“Just Grace,” she clarifies.
[Marni] She grins, that same lil knowing grin as she nods. “Pleasure to meetcha Just Grace. You hang out with a crew there at the Broho, or just on your own?”
And here Grace thought SHE would be asking the questions….
[Grace] “That depends,” she says, “I am supposed to run with a crew… but I found an escort already, so I’m fine.”
She pauses for a minute. she mulls over the word. Crew. Crew? Creeeewww. Huh. What a strange word. Lips upturned the ragabash looks at her.
“You can walk alone,” she says. This pleases her, “if anyone asks, I came out with you.”
[Marni] That causes her brows to arch, and mischief loving grin to reappear. “And who are you supposed to run with..”
and then suddenly she’s an alibi, and well. Lucky for Grace, Marni’s probably down for that. “Alright. And if you came out with me, where did we go, what did we do, and am I gonna have to hide from the cops for doing it?”
[Grace] “What we did…”
she starts, and the Fianna cub takes a moment. She is lupus, yes, but she is on to legs. She knows what this form is for. She takes a second and she is soon grinning ear to ear. White teeth, sharp and bright. She says nothing just yet.
“What we did… is none of Buried Hatchet-rhya’s damned business.”
She grins even wider. More Cheshire than wolf.
[Marni] And that? That makes her laugh out loud – delighted with this newfound little waif, who is so defiant and grinning a Cheshire grin as she determines what they do to be none of Hatchet’s business.
“Oh Grace, you and I will get along fine, JUST fine. Is it by any chance your moon tonight?” Because it most certainly is Marni’s…
[Grace] Was it her moon tonight?
… Grace jut grins wider and brighter.
[Marni] She laughs and nods. “I thought so – I can spot a sister of the darkened moon a mile away.”
She hops up to stand on the bench again, wandering it’s length, than passing back again before she dares to step on the back, and balance as she walks it’s length as well, before she hops down at the other end. Filled with energy, Marni.
“I’ve let to meet this Buried Hatchet – is he a right pain in the ass?”
[Grace] “He is … interesting. Pass your own judgments, he is my mentor,” she stands infinitely pleased with this statement. She answered without answering.
She continues along, and she walks beside the female as much as she can, though she naturally seems to fall behind her in step. In silence, this one.
“It’s good to meet people,” she says with quiet pride.
[Marni] She chuckles and nods. “Fianna, are ya then?” She shrugs, easily, her hands tucked away into the pockets of her jacket. She is a child of the streets, Marni, and is as comfortable here as she is anywhere else.
“I like meeting people too.”
[Marni] (and fade – girls will be girls!)