(Gangland Rhapsody) Do the Fandango

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap stood and watched intently, out of sight of the people blocking the main road. He'd been drawn by the whispers, and squeaks of beasts, a chorus not unlike when a distant forest fire is not quite threatening enough to start a stampede, but the smoke is in the air.

[Alessandra]

This was her city, and she busted her ass to get where she was.

So some random mafia wannabes trying to come in and move guns wasn’t about to fly. Not on her watch and not in her city.

Sure, she could send people to take care of the problem, but she had been doing that too much lately. This problem deserved personal attention. Blood would be split, and the message would be sent, loud and clear. Sophia was in charge, and they best remember.

But she didn’t want to go in and get recognized. Not yet. She wanted to have a bit of fun first, jerk them around, make them think they had the upper hand.

So aside from her black leather pants and steel toed boots, a bowing knife tucked into the top, she had on a black turtle neck, black leather gloves and a leather coat. Under which was of course, her two .357’s, nestled into the holster. In her back pocket was some brass knuckles, in case.

Some heavy-duty stage makeup was bought and used to try and cover the tattoos on her temple. Tattoos were getting more and more common these days, but she wanted to try and not give herself away. Blood was pushed into her body, giving it that warm glow of life.

Walking up, she feels her Beast fill with rage, its maw open, exposing rows of razor-sharp teeth. It began pacing its cage, whispering in her ear to tear the flesh from the weakling.

But not tonight.

Instead, she walks up next to him, dark eyes looking at him,

“Have I missed anything?” her voice low.

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-11-13 18:52:38		Ale rolls 4 to A little Makeup?(Dex+Sub) (10 Again)		5, 9, 8, 1		2 successes

Equipment: 2 .357's with a spare clip for each, bowing knife, steel toed boots, brass knuckles, cell on silent.

[Dirt Nap]

"Just those two in the truck, blocking off the approach, Your Grace." Dirt Nap answers. "I got a rifle, but I heard the other day people been seeing wild life in the city. A wolf they said. Probably just a coyote, but an excuse to go up close and use Claws if you approved."

Rifle. Phone on silent. Jeans, boots , denim jacket and a work shirt. NO cowboy hat.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap nods deeply to Rebecca Simmons though he doesn't know precisely who she is, her dignified demeanor speaks volumes. "Thank you kindly, Ma'am." he says softly. "I tend to go by 'Dirt Nap', but some folks seem more comfortable calling me 'C.J.' or Clayton." he says. "I'll be glad to answer to whatever you prefer, Ma'am." he says.

[Blackbird]

This wasn't Court.

Potentially, it was a battlefield and, though the Deputy was not a strong fighter, she knew enough to prepare for the conflict. Blackbird is dressed in a pair of green cargo pants with black work boots. The ensemble is coupled with a well worn Mudhoney black band-t-shirt and an old denim jacket, distressed from years of wear. Underneath the coat is a holster holding Blackbird's Ruger SR9. Her makeup, as always, makes liberal use of eyeshadow and eyeliner, evidencing her grunge aesthetic and roots further, and her hair is styled in a pair of (slightly messy) pigtail braids. Her skin too was different than the pallid tone she oft-sported in Court, pushed into color with blood in the glow of false life.

Like her Brethren, Blackbird had heard of rumors concerning the area, namely the dealings of 'Juan and Juanita'. And, as she glimpsed the distant figures, her beast erupted. To all, save one, the Beast shook with fear, itching to flee. To the one, the newcomer known as Dirt Nap, the Beast answered with anger and a desire to maim. However, as the neonate spotted the faces of the group of Kindred, she realized she was in good company and so primal instinct was put to rest.

Slinking up to the group, Blackbird would clear her throat lightly to announce her presence before fully reaching them. Like her, they were likely on edge. The neonate's eyes traveled first to the Prince, noting the knife in her top. Then, Blackbird made a mental note that she was a tad under armed. Along with that came the internal promise to rectify that given time. For now, she had to dig in her heels and use what she had.

"Words flow quickly in Sactown, I see," she offered quietly, her tone casual, "Good evening."

Equipment: Clothes, Ruger SR9 (Pistol, light [9mm] capacity 17+1), cell phone on silent, car parked a block over

[Alessandra]

A shake of her head, "No need to be formal here." she got the sentiment, but now was not the time for it.

Her Beast stirred with anger as Rebecca approached, the nod returned. Seemed she was going to see some Kindred in action tonight. Good.

As Hugh appears, she nods, while her Beast snarls once again.

Blackbird gets a nod as well as her Beast paced in rage. It wanted the blood of all the weaker Beasts.

"While here, I go by Sophia." looking back to Blackbird, "They do, nothing happens here without me knowing about it." she didn't think the Daeva knew who Ale was in the criminal world yet. "I'm not here to tell you how to run this, I just don't like people moving in on my territory. So I'm going to let you guys lead and only step in if I need to." it was her way of letting the other take charge. But she would end lives if she needed to.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap grunts an acknowledgement to Hugh. "Nope." he says in answer to whether they've met before. "Glad to meet you." he says.

He answers the general greeting from Blackbird, "'evening." he says, moving slightly like to tip a hat he realizes isn't there.

Dirt Nap goes completely still, watching and listening while Alessandra speaks, and for a moment after she's done, just in case. "Yes, Ma'am. 'Sophia'." he acknowledges, nodding deeply, his eyes not looking down but watching her.

He glances at the others assembled. The Prince may be delegating some decisions tonight, but he is pretty sure not to him. He holds his rifle ready to fire if necessary.