(Finding Francesco) Here I go again

[Wolven Pryde]

This plot line will be open to any Gangrel who have discussed it IC, but only when they are not involved in another Plot Chase in the Danse Macabre Forum

Finding herself alone on the streets of Sacramento, Emma French may at least have the advantage of looking non-threatening in her solitude during the hunt. The trail of Francesco Giovanni is getting colder by the second. With everyone else busy assisting the Office of the Reeve, someone has to pick up the leads.

... of lack thereof.

OOC for Psych

Feel free to jump in here at your leisure, noting any preparation you would like to make and location you would like to begin

[Emma French]

Emma went home after the meeting to prepare for her street wanderings. Francesco got himself into some kind of shitty trouble. How did he get himself into this mess? Now she and the others had to clean up after him and this pissed her off. She remembered the night they had spared at the gym. He tried to blend in with that god awful hat. And he had tried to teach her to box. Instead she taught him to not underestimate her and her long legs. Emma chuckled, she knew she had broken a few of his ribs but he remained a gentleman and taught her some street smarts. Tonight she would put those into practice with the hope of finding him and getting him to come in with her.

Emma sat down in a chair to think and consider the best approach. Francesco was not a stupid man. He did things to make others underestimate him. He talked too much and annoyed others, but that was an act. He really wasn’t the idiot he pretended to be. He probably took it easy on her when they spared. She would have to keep that in mind. She needed to get control over beast. Standing she ran through her martial arts moves focusing on flow and technique. Once her mind was settled she was ready.

Tonight she would blend as a party girl. Emma applied the make-up she hated, put on a trashy hot pink dress that barely covered her chest, showed her flat tight abs, and hugged her ass like a glove. Teased her hair and slipped into pink heels. God she felt gross, but this way she could blend and ask questions or just observe without drawing suspicion. There were some girls in front of the gym where she and Francesco sparred, dressed like this no one will recognize her but she could maybe find out a few things. Emma threw some leggings and a workout top in a bag with her sneakers just in case she needed to change.

Emma took her red jeep down to a parking area and walked through the alleys to reach the gym. She stood in the shadows for a while just watching and waiting.

[Wolven Pryde]

Let's get a Wits + Stealth roll to stay out of sight, -2 for Emma's attire, and then a Wits + Streetwise or Empathy to know the skinny on the stuff she might witness

[Emma French]

Rolls

Stealthy Roll

  1sux

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-08-06 16:11:57		Emma French rolls 1 to Wits & Stelth at -2 (10 Again)		9		1 success

Gather Info Roll

  2sux

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-08-06 16:14:08		Emma French rolls 2 to Gathering Intell (10 Again)		10, 9, 3		2 successes

[Wolven Pryde]

Somehow, Emma goes unnoticed for quite some time. A nice spot in an adjacent alley, behind a dumpster and under a fire escape, hides her scantily-clad physique. And, allows for a decent view of the front of the gym. As expected, there are girls there. Girls dressed just as, if not more audaciously than Emma herself. It's easy to see what they are there for.

Sometimes, a guy leaving the gym takes one of them with him. Then she comes back half an hour later. Other times, the occasional car passing by slows to a stop, one of the ladies gets in, and drives off. Depending on how long Emma holds her position, she will see them too return in half an hour or so.

Clearly, this is not a high-class establishment.

OOC

Sorry, forgot to note, both of those Wits rolls were subject to the Gangrel Clan weakness, and thus Emma only scored 1 success for each

[Emma French]

Emma pops some gum in her mouth, and continues to chew it like a cow chewing on its cud. She looks at the girls to see what they are doing and how they are doing it. She wants to try and get one of the guys from the gym to leave with her. She makes a few adjustment with her clothes and waits. While she waits she makes small talk with the girls. She asks about the guys at the gym and the quality of the lay, the usual preferences of these guys. She also asks seemingly random questions about men they see in the gym, eventually mentioning meeting a guy..."There was this one guy, named Frankie who loved to talk, he just blah blah blah all the time. Any of you meet him? He was totally a mag shag. I wouldn't mind catching him again. Oh yea he was su-per-ri-or with a capital Ssssss." Emma gives a little grind and thrust with her hips. She snaps her gum. "Yummmmmmy. Only way to shut him up though was to put a tit in his mouth" Emma gave a raunchy laugh as she watches from under her lashes the reactions of those around her.

[Wolven Pryde]

The girls are more than receptive to Emma's play, and the talk. They cackle like hens at her jokes, and share their own quick stories about frequent customers. Most of them aren't quite as positive as the tale Emma laid out. But still, they seem to instantly accept her as one of their own. One finally seems to spark a bit of recognition.

"Ohhhhhhh. Fraaaaaaaaankie. Bald fella with the horrible sweater!"

She laughs, does a light backhanded swat to the displayed midriff of the girl next to her, and they both nod and laugh. "Gawd, I haven't seen him around in forever. Wouldn't have pegged him for a stud, though. Huh!"

Another on Emma's other side, wearing a tacky silver wig and matching lipstick, cuts in. "Shit, Courtney, you'll peg anyone. Especially a stud."

They all have a good laugh at this.

"Discount price, even!"

[Emma French]

Emma lets out a raunchy laugh. "It's those weird ones. They just seem to get it." Emma waggled her eyebrows. "Do you girls mind if I grab the next one?" Emma was hoping to be able to gather information from one of his fight companions. Emma tried to look like it was no big deal. She pretended she was looking in her mirror fixing her lipstick as she watched each of the girls and thier reactions. With the close proxsimity of the girls, Beast began to push wanting blood. Emma pushed beast down with only a slight effort and a promise of blood from one of the boxers. Emma looked further down the alley, perhaps there was a dumpster dweller who would know something. That would have to wait a little bit longer. for now she needed to question some of the boxers.

[Wolven Pryde]

"Sure, sweetie," the seemingly most obnoxious girl, and unofficial leader of the group, nods and gives a suggestive gesture. "Since you're one of Mort's new chicks and all." There is a glance to the gym's door after she says the name that is entirely subconscious, but it is there.

"'Less of course he picks somebody that stands out to him! You never know with these guys. Some of 'em like to think they have a choice, you know?"

Sniggering by the other girls punctuate the sentence.

Emma isn't given long to digest what she hears, though, when a man emerges from the gym. He looks about the right type for the place, at least... toned arms, skull cap, t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, athletic pants, sneakers, a gunny sack slung over his shoulder. Nothing fancy about him at all. Then again, if there were something fancy about him, he probably wouldn't be working out here.

He looks up from his thoughts once, long enough to give the girls nearby a halfhearted smile. He looks like he intends to walk right by.

[Emma French]

Emma really wished she had paid more attention in the past to how prostitutes acted. She knew there was a fine art to it, one she was sure she lacked. He looked like he might be scared off easily if she was too pushy. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. She had the support of the girls, at least she thought so.

Emma stepped forward and gently placed a hand on his arm. In a slight southern drawl she said, "Would you like a little fun, sugar?" She gave him a smile that was sweet with a touch of devil in it. Her eyes darkened a bit as she controled her beast. That was fine. usually men figured she was sexually excited when her eyes darkened. "I could help you... relax." Emma really hoped it came out suggestively and not creepy. She made sure if he was looking at her boobs that he got a really good eyeful.