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Arthur turns to the door, after given his instructions. He raises both fists, heaves downward, and breaks both through the door. With a single yank, he pulls the door off hits hinges, tossing it to the side and glaring at the two Fornicators in the bathroom, his blank stare combined with utter hate, again daring the sinful to try something. A small trail of drool slides out the side of his mouth.
6 Suxx on door, 4 on Intimidate
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Dillon Connery | Blood Potency •••
Dillon frowns a harsh scowl toward the hooker on the balcony. Anyone in her position with any sense should be shakin' the scene. Lack of sense notwithstanding, Dillon doesn't like it. Rather, his gut doesn't. He holds up a finger in a 'waitaminute' gesture to the unresponsive fellows in the lot with him, keeping the other hand near the big knife at his back.
"Hey!" He calls out to her. "What's so interesting up there, honey?"
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Alice nods a few times as the man speaks, not showing any disgust, appreciation or something else. She tries to keep a flat smile on her face, to make sure the man continues.
Since the story seems to get long she now and then asks thing to push him into the right direction, 'who are these people in the motel?' 'have you killed lately?' 'Any bad people you're working for?' 'You're in a so called turf war?' They didn't have the whole night after all.
However, she's not very experienced with using this power, so she can only hope that the outcome of her questions are good.
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Jacqui looks to the sudenly sprawled fat ass on the uncovered mattress, and back to Anton who just flipped Fat Man over there while the litany of half albanian half english testitmonies roiled out, sounding like something from Chicken Soup for the Pimping Meth Head on audio tape. TV Man just pissed himself and looked like he was going to pass out with those pale cold sweats coming from his forehead.
"Uh, sure boss. I'll be happy to make him talk anyways though, if he's not getting on subject to your liking..."
She hands the machete over to Anton, and uses the other hand to tuck the pistol in the back of her pants, and the cigar cutter in a free pocket with a look of disgust.
This... this is a Scary Motherfucker. That fucking smell...
She can't decide if the smell is that of burning vegetation or the rank piss from the TV Man. Probably both.
She decides she should check if Arthur needs help, "Hey um, Arthur. You want some help with those two?," that she may not want to see how Fat Man looks in a few minutes, or how he got to be there.
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Arthur fills the doorway standing above a cheap door reduced to splinters. The man in here is older than the other two. Much older than the yelping woman whom he pulls out of. She collapses against the bath, stunned with shock. He collides with a wall, cowering. He grasps at the pockets of his discarded pants...
Arthur, Jacqui, roll Initiative
Alice manages to steer the fat man's babbling towards more current events. The motel, it turns out, is the bulk of his operation. His account of his business's most recent developments is broken up by hacking coughs.
"New partners are Bike club from South... Brides... They bring girls... Fight war ... I pay the cut..."
Alice, Jacqui, Anton: Roll Int+Streetwise -5 (Reflexive, No WP)
Meanwhile, outside...
The girl looks down at Dillon, dumbstruck.
"Nothing..." she lies, speaking English like a native. "Just taking a rest."
Dillon: Roll Wits+Empathy
Anton Flores | Blood Potency ••••
Anton takes the machete and wraps the filthy motel sheets around the fat man's head, tying them off tightly around his neck as the Albanian continues confessing trivial personal vices. The man in the corner remains catatonic with fear, having glimpsed the very face of the Haunt's naked Beast. He pushes the whore towards Alice, gesturing for her to keep an eye, and perhaps a gun, on her and TV man.
He pulls the fat man forward like a rag doll, placing his neck over the edge of the bed and resting the machete. He speaks slowly into the man's ear after a few calculated moments.
"The Brides. Tell me where I can find them."
He turns the TV up as he awaits an answer. All that can be heard from the fat man is heavy, laboured breathing as he hesitates. The Bishop tugs on the bedding knotted about his neck and begins to apply steady pressure.
Fail on Streetwise. 2 Sux on Interrogate
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
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Dillon Connery | Blood Potency •••
Dillon narrows his eyes at the woman's lame response, the morose look on her face, and gives her a questioning, but not outright hostile frown. "Really?" It comes out kinda flat, so he jazzes it up with his silly grin and a bit of humor. "You're taking the excitement pretty well. This sort of thing happen a lot?"
1 suxx Empathy
Jacqui hears the fat man still roiling on about how he smacked a bitch once and he feels so guilty it was his mother, and then suddenly he gets to the point.
She looks over to Anton as she decides shits about to go down based on this new information, and makes a quick calculated dash to join Arthur at the bathroom
"Oh shit, I know that. Anton, I know a story about some Brides, and this ain't gonna go smooth."
She gets ready to draw some blood figuring if it involves Brides, someones going to get hurt.
If I'm gonna get hurt I'm not gonna fucking be the only one.
Streetwise Check
Initiative
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Init Order: Jacqui>Old Man (Arthur?)
Init 5
The old man moves sluggishly, still startled by Arthur's terrifying entrance. Jacqui sees that he's reaching for a phone in his pants.
Meanwhile, outside...
"Wouldn't know," the woman answers, more confident as she leans on the railing. "I've just last week started up here. That your car?" She points at the El Camino.
Dillon: Roll Wits+Empathy at -3 and Wits+Comp at -2
Anton Flores | Blood Potency ••••
Anton listens to Jacqui, concentrating deeply as he continues to squeeze. He breaks the pressure off in such a way as to prevent brain damage, only to repeat the process anew. Another question comes in the same timbre and pitch as the last. "Tell me about the Brides."
6 Sux on Interrogate
The Fat Man suddenly vomits into the makeshift hood covering his entire head. It trickles down his neck as Anton allows some slack in the noose. The smell of stomach acid attacks the senses of the Kindred. There's a hint of blood in there, too. He starts to talk. His English gets a lot better.
"Bikers. Two I know by their face, but there are more I don't know, who work. Muscle. We pay dues in dope and bodies. No money. Chapterhouse is on Vincent St. Was a firehouse."
The man who'd been watching television spasms in the corner, covered in piss.
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks •• (Curvez)|Presence ••• (Miss Thang)|
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Dillon Connery | Blood Potency •••
Dillon nods, conversationally saying "Yeah, the... eh... well-used Camino," to avoid turning his head to look. His hands are loosely clasped under the knife again as he keeps the silent fools in his peripheral. He Couldn't gauge anything from that last line, but he was still pretty certain she wasn't with this crowd, not really. She was too calm. Of course, she couldn't see what was going on inside the room, and neither could Dillon, but he had a good guess.
"Why, you need a ride?" He jibes playfully.
Empathy Fail; 2 suxx Wits+Comp
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Alice nods to Anton, and she pushes the pitiful girl against the bed. Her job was as good as done for now. She wonders what Dillon is exactly doing. Surely he'll be fine, besides, who knows what can happen inside? With a grin she walks over to the TV man, crouching down at a safe distance, that is, not in the piss. Well, not much actually.
While wondering if the man had had any drugs or alcohol, her eyes shift to the girl near the bed now and then. A drink would be fine before they leave.
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