Decker Rohl

Missy

Thu 04:37PM EST
She watches him..."Aint my style?" she smirks and pulls out a $50 and hands it to him for the drink...
"Sorry i dont have anything smaller" she smirks...
twisting and twirling, dancing with the devil
She watches Decker start to leave and tosses in a comment for good measure
Decker was good people regardless of what he was
"Trust meon this one, ok, dont hang too close to him..(boyfriend) He and you probably dont have much in common"
take heed or dont, its not my problem

Decker Rohl

Thu 04:39PM EST
Decker looks at the $50 bill in his hand, turning it over once before holding it back. Smirk's gone from his face, replaced by a burgeoning scowl. "Ain't yer style to hand out cash either. I don't need yer money, little girl. He teach you to spit on others, too?"

Missy

Thu 04:43PM EST
She rolls her eyes.."he doesnt tell me to do anything, and fuck you, you said you wanted a dollar twenty five for the 3 sips i took, and thats all i had.." she begins to walk away..
"you dont get it..no one tells me to do shit...no one..thats the point, i mean im me, why is everyone so quick to try to tell me what to do and how to do it"
she shakes her head..
fuck it this was no use

Glancing to Decker.."ya know you arent so perfect yourself...you jump the laws and rules also"
some things are better left unsaid

Caleb Sparks

Thu 04:46PM EST
Caleb's walking along some distance behind. But he's got keen ears. "Oh, shit." It's nearly the full moon, and no one like Decker (or himself) has a very good temper right about now...

Decker Rohl

Thu 04:51PM EST
"What?" His eyes are narrowing, dangerous, grey as dark as a snowing winter's day. "Ain't no one tellin' you nothin' here. Ain't me tellin' you to go help rob people tryin' to get by for this." He holds up the fifty like a warbanner. "As for the rules," he continues, low and angry now, tossing the fifty her way, "I'll fuck who I wanna."

Quick, isn't he?

A beat later, after a glance over his shoulder to see Caleb coming. Hold him back or back him up? Wonder what it looked like to her. Decker shifts his weight to one foot, a little less belligerent...a little. "A kin of mine got fucked up lately," he says abruptly. A moment passes; back on to another subject. No connection. Right?

"If yer boyfriend's Garou," he says, even quieter now, "how come I ain't ever seen him with the others?"

Caleb Sparks

Thu 04:55PM EST
Caleb's undecided. Back him up, sure. Or hold him back, if necessary. Either way. This sounds like something personal, but unfortunately when Garou are concerned, "personal" sometimes means "collateral damage."

Missy

Thu 05:00PM EST
She looks at him...
"whoa there big guy, who said my guy was Garou...last i checked Garou could fuck whoever they wanted she looks over at Caleb who is approaching now..
"If your kin was at a crackhouse getting fucked for some rock, then maybe i know something bout it, we hit a fucking crack house...not a fuckin church or school...the fuckers were nasty fucking gangsters" she shakes her head,not backing down, not at all..
the $50 now laying on the ground

"As for what i do and with who, why does it matter, my god, i hustled at the pool hall and got you and your friends shit from Eddie and i was the cool chick, now i clean up after someone who is in pest control and i have all of a sudden become the anti-christ" she rollsh er eyes and checks her phone for the time again
"Whatever Decker, what-fucking-ever...I am not dealing crap, i am not hurting anyone, im moving shit from point a to point b and leaving it there, aint no difference, and frankly you dont really give 2 shits bout me anyways, so as long as i aint fucking with your whores or honing on on yer action, why the hell does it matter?"

Caleb Sparks

Thu 05:04PM EST
"Perhaps the two of you should consider cooling off and continuing this conversation indoors?" He can smell it, the almost physical need for violence, the pent-up anger. "Out here is notthe place for this."

Missy

Thu 05:06PM EST
She snaps her glance to Caleb, "what are you the fucking peace police?" she shakes her ehad, "my god you are like mother fucking theresa" she laughs..
"naw its all good, i gotta go, i have familys to ruin and lives to fuck up or some shit"
she shakes her head

moving to leave...and get the fuck out of there

Decker Rohl

Thu 05:07PM EST
The tirade rolls over him. Jaw set, he levels his grey gaze at her while she goes on ...and on and on...

"Shut the FUCK UP."

This, about halfway through her last sentence. And when she does close her mouth, he throws his (hers? whatever) coke down in one hard, stiffly reined gesture, the plastic cap flying off, soda splashing everywhere. Turning back to her in the same powerful, half-feral gesture, he jabs a finger in her face.

"You said it."

Silence.

Quieter, but no less deadly, "The fuck you doin' with him, that I gotta stay away? The fuck's he doin', that he can't meet another Garou? I asked you the night we met, and I'll ask you again: you Gaian, Ronin? Or what?"

Malcom

Thu 05:09PM EST
hits the speed dial for missy's cellphone, keeping the car at reasonable speeds, trying to avoid drawing attention

Missy

Thu 05:10PM EST
She checks her phone again
fuck im so late
She yells back..
"yeah i said it, stay away from him cause i dont want to deal with the bullshit.."
she looks at the coke on the ground..
"this bullshit...and dont tell me to shut the fuck up, ill sya what i want, i dont answer to you..you wanna kick my fucking ass..do it.."
she laughs..."Gaia Ronin or what?" she laughs.."fuck you Decker" she turns and walks away, her back to them
let him come after her from behind, she didnt care
She was late in meeting the guy about investments, and ---

phone rings
She answers it
"WHAT"

Malcom

Thu 05:11PM EST
"So testy sugar?" his voice is either joking or mocking it's hard to tell "Ten grand in 2 days, there's no reason to be testy."

Decker Rohl

Thu 05:12PM EST
He grabs the phone out of her hand and - not to put too fine a point to it - hurls it against the wall.

Chips, springs, buttons and plastic fly everywhere. The line? Goes very dead.

Malcom

Thu 05:13PM EST
**Growls, in annoyance and hangs up the phone, and redials calling the pool hall where she normally hangs out, maybe Eddie or the Tender might know where she's at**

Missy

Thu 05:13PM EST
"DONT CALL ME SUGAR" she barks back..
before the phone gets taken and chucked...

Her eyes lock on Deckers, the sneer now matching his
im dancing with the devil wanna come?
She looks right at him...

and out of nowhere..

just begins to laugh

Caleb Sparks

Thu 05:14PM EST
His voice is quieter now. Almost a whisper. But the anger's starting to get to him now. "Would both of you please calm down and take this off the street? I ain't tellin', I'm just askin', okay?"

Malcom

Thu 05:15PM EST
**After a brief conversation with Eddie, he speeds towards Trenton, fuck the police they can get their guts ripped out too**

Decker Rohl

Thu 05:16PM EST
"The fuck you laughin' about?" he demands. Sense gets to him...briefly...and he nods at Caleb. "Yeah, whatever, Scout. Got a place around here?"

Malcom

Thu 05:17PM EST
**drives through the streets of the berg too fast, tires squeeling when he takes corners**

Missy

Thu 05:19PM EST
She looks at him..
"this all is fucking a comedy...what the hell you got you so fucking pissed?" she shakes her head..

"You owe me a fucking phone"

Caleb Sparks

Thu 05:22PM EST
"Yeah... There's a place I know, buncha kinfolk got a flophouse about three blocks north of here. No one's there right now. It's one of the places I'm staying at. You two are welcome to use it if this is gonna turn into more than a yelling match."

Malcom

Thu 05:31PM EST
**begins rapidly patroling the area around where she was suppost to have her meeting, tensing slightly when he sees the confrontational trio, he settles his H&K USP onto his lap, as he pulls up to the trio, keeping them on the drivers side of the car**

Decker Rohl

Thu 05:47PM EST
Gaby goes stalking off right about when Malcom comes screeching around the corner, pulling up sharply beside the two that remained of the three. Wound tight as a spring, the Modi whirls around to hurl obscenities or violence in the direction of the car...and notices the driver.

"Ah." Straightening a little from his coiled crouch, the thuggish Fenrir sets his balance to one foot, contempt overlying a sea of rage. "The boyfriend. 'Fraid I pissed yer little girl off."

Malcom

Thu 05:49PM EST
**his sunglasses glint in the light of the setting sun as he looks towards the group and the drivers side window of the black intrepid rolls down.** "Sucks to be you eh?" he says calmly, midwestern accent noticable.

Caleb Sparks

Thu 05:51PM EST
"I think we're both debating who it sucks to be more, at the moment." Caleb's a coal-black man wearing a somewhat beaten-up old suit and small glasses. He's got a face only his mother could love, but he speaks with a certain amount of erudition that's not common in street thugs.

Decker Rohl

Thu 05:54PM EST
He snorts. Two steps forward, and he curls his rough-calloused hands over the driver's side doorframe where the window had been rolled down. The weight of his body depresses the springs a few inches; scornfully confident, seething with the gift and curse of his moon, he looks down his nose at the man in the sunglasses. The gun in his lap gets a glance, raises the corner of his mouth in a sneer, and then the hard grey eyes return to his reflections in Malcom's sunglasses.

"Got some questions for you, Garou."

Malcom

Thu 05:55PM EST
"Ask all you want, Fenrir. I'll answer what I choose." he leaves the car in gear, holding the clutch and break down.

Caleb Sparks

Thu 05:59PM EST
Almost casually, the Bone Gnawer, leans against the other side of the car, cutting off the passenger side door. The message is obvious: It's a full moon, I'm angry, and if necessary I can probably rip the door off before you can get it up to speed.

Decker Rohl

Thu 06:00PM EST
His lips twitch; a smirk, a snarl, one or the other. "You'll answer," he replies, quieter, and still quieter.

Shifting his weight, then, the questions come off in one long, smooth chant, slurring and sliding on his Deep-South accent. "Yer name. Rank. Tribe. Lineage. Where the fuck you came from, why the fuck none of us ever saw your around, why the fuck you saw me across the street that day, knew me for one of yours, and chose to walk away."

Malcom

Thu 06:01PM EST
"Because you arent my business or problem. And I'm not in the fucking army, nazi boy." he chuckles

Decker Rohl

Thu 06:05PM EST
Decker cocks his head to the side. In his eyes, the storms that sweep down from the angry winter's sea; the grey of a thunderhead's belly.

"You get one more try, farmer."

Malcom

Thu 06:06PM EST
"Farmer?" he chuckles "With an accent like that you shouldnt be calling anyone farmer."

Caleb Sparks

Thu 06:06PM EST
"Say, Decker... Did that sound like an answer to you? I'm not sure, I'm just a dumb Bone Gnawer, but gee whiz, that sure didn't sound like an answer to me."

Decker Rohl

Thu 06:13PM EST
No, it didn't sound like an answer to Decker. And that's it. Without a sound, without so much as blinking an eye, Decker lashes out, bone and muscle rearranging, human form melting away to reveal the monster.

Caleb Sparks

Thu 07:18PM EST
((First combat drama post))

Decker's transformation is fast, but Caleb moves like a blur. Talons rip out of his hands like knives, and in one tenth of a heartbeat he's nine and a half feet tall. In homid, he's not so big, but apparently he's keeping all his size on the inside. Because this isn't just a werewolf. This is an Ahroun, in full Rage, and he's fucking enormous.

The talons sink into steal like it was butter, and grip the frame of the door. There's a loud, matallic TWANG! and the door rips clean off.